Quinn found herself sitting outside of Rachel's house at 4:45. It wasn't Rachel's offer that brought her here though. If she wanted to learn how to tuck properly she was sure her mother could tell her. No she was here for a whole other reason. She couldn't get the bathroom incident out of her head. She had never felt so vulnerable and embarrassed in her life. She couldn't believe Rachel had left her like that. She wanted an explanation and she was sure as hell not leaving until she got one. She spent about ten minutes in her car thinking about how best to approach the situation before she got out the car. Finally she figured it was better that she winged it and she approached the door. When she knocked on the door a short Jewish man answered man answered the door.
"Quinn Fabray?" he said with a small smile.
In all of the scenarios that she had thought up she had never thought of meeting her dads. "Uh, Mr. Berry, good to meet you."
"And you as well Quinn. I've heard so much about you," he told her. "Rachel is in her room waiting for you, She told me to send you up when you got here."
"Thank You Mr. Berry," she said as she head up the stairs.
She found Rachel in her room on her computer browsing music. She cleared her throat to anounce the presence startling Rachel.
"Quinn, I'm so glad you came," she said smiling.
"Well your invite seemed more like a demand than a request so here I am, but quick question. Not that I'm doubting your vast knowledge, but how would you know proper tucking technique?"
"Every Wednesday since I was twelve my parents took me to PFLAG meetings and I made a friend. Her name was Phoebe. She was a drag queen. The best I'd ever seen. She was cool enough to let me watch her transform from Phil to Phoebe a couple of times. I'm not an expert, but I know enough to be able to help you out. So if you wouldn't mind removing your pants."
"Wait, Rachel, this isn't why I came. I wanted to talk about what happened in the bathroom.
"I know Quinn I'll keep my mouth shut. No one will know what happened in there."
"No that's not what I'm talking about. I want to know why you did what you did and just left. Did what we did really mean that little to you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You gave me a hand-job and then just left. Did you even think about how I might have felt or anything . You just left."
"I didn't think how you had felt? Well how did you feel Quinn? Did you feel lonely, embarrassed, casted out? Guess what that's how I feel all the time, and I wonder whose fault that is."
"So that's what that was about getting back at me for making you feel like an outcast because if so you really are the most backwards person I know."
"Of course that wasn't what this was about."
"Then what was it, huh? Why did you leave?"
"Why should I put my heart on the line for something that was nothing more than sexual gratification for you?"
"Put your heart on the line?"
"Yes, put my heart on the line. I always want thing too much, and wanting things just gets me hurt. I wanted a mother and Shelby wanted your baby. I wanted Finn, and he just continuously screws me over and plays with my emotions. I wanted you and-" Rachel broke off.
"You wanted me and what?"
"You despise me and wouldn't have me if I was the last person on earth."
Quinn could see tears streaming down Rachel's face. She slowly makes her way towards Rachel and kneels in front of her. She put her hand up to Rachel's cheek and wipes her tears.
"I would be a fool not to want you."
"Don't patrinize me Quinn. I'm not some pity project."
"I know your not, Rachel. You have to believe I want to be with you. There has to be a way I can prove it to you?"
"You wanna prove you want me? Kiss me."
Quinn didn't need to be told twice. She kissed Rachel with all the passion she could muster. She massage Rachel's bottom lip with her tongue. Rachel parted her lips to give Quinn more access. Their kiss became even more heated. Quinn stood and picked Rachel up without breaking the kiss. Rachel wrapped her legs around Quinn's waist. Quinn lowered herself and Rachel onto the bed and they continued to make out. Rachel raise her hip into Quinn's looking for some kind of friction to satisfy her new aching need. Neither girl Heard Rachels door creak open as her dad stepped in carrying a tray.
"Rachel, I thought you and Quinn might-" Rachel's dad stopped mid sentence as he spotted them. The tray crashed to the ground and the girls jumped apart. Nobody could find any words they just stared in silence.
