Author's Note: I really hope you enjoyed the little bit of reference given in the last chapter, but let's get back to some Faberry =D


"So you're meeting this girl at a car wash?" Hiram asked, clapping his hands together excitedly.

They didn't know who Rachel's actual biological father was, but anyone looking in from the outside would see the father-daughter duo of Hiram and Rachel and think she must be his. Honestly, Rachel's attitude was like a clone of her papa's.

"Yes!" Rachel squealed and Leroy couldn't help rolling his eyes when the two seemed to bounce in their seats.

"Oh darling, that's so wonderful," Hiram said with a fluttering sigh, a hand pressed to his heart.

"Do you really think a bikini car wash is the best place to be meeting up?" Leroy asked.

Rachel gave him a slightly dirty look, obviously about to reprimand him, but Hiram beat her to the punch.

"Roy, stop bothering the girl!" he said with a wave of his hand. "Kids do things differently now-a-days."

"Yeah Daddy," Rachel chimed in smugly.

Leroy shook his head. It was always two against one in the Berry household.

"I meant," he paused for emphasis, "that maybe a car wash where a bunch of cheerleaders will be in bikinis would not be the best potential meet up location."

Hiram looked beyond confused and turned his eyes toward Rachel, whose face had gone a little red at the suggestive tone her daddy was using.

"Am I missing something?"

"Nothing!"

"Rachel's been having…"

"Daddy!" Rachel interrupted, giving him a glare. Leroy arched his brows at her.

"What? You think your father doesn't know about these things?" he challenged.

Rachel huffed and slumped back in her chair. Her eyes focused on her food, while Hiram eyed her. He waited for an answer before turning back to his husband.

"What is it?" he asked.

Leroy took a bite of his potatoes. "Your daughter's having a little trouble with erections," he stated calmly.

Rachel covered her face with her hands to hide her embarrassment, mumbling about how horrible Leroy was.

Hiram gaped a little, before turning to his daughter. "You're too young for that!"

Leroy barely managed not to choke on his food, giving his husband a bewildered look.

"She's nearly sixteen!"

"Which is far too young," he huffed.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really,"

"You never seemed to have a problem pitching a tent in gym class," Leroy accused.

Hiram look affronted, while Rachel's head shot up in disgust.

"Daddy!" Rachel shrieked, looking horrified.

Shifting his gaze to his daughter, Leroy gave her a blank look. "What? It's true."

"I didn't need to know that!"

"And I did not get erections in gym class!"

Rolling his eyes, Leroy grabbed his plate and stood from the table. "Erections are natural at her age," he said with finality, before heading off into the kitchen.

Unsure whether to be grossed out or embarrassed, Rachel dropped her eyes to her plate and pushed around the remaining food.

"Is it really a problem, sweetie?" Hiram asked gently.

Rachel grumbled under her breath. The last thing she wanted to do was be discussing erections with her papa. She shrugged her shoulders a little, avoiding eye contact.

"It only happens sometimes," she admitted quietly.

"Are your compression shorts working?"

She nodded a little. "They hide everything. It's just really uncomfortable."

Hiram stood from his chair with his plate, pausing next to her as he moved toward the kitchen. He kissed the top of her head while stroking his free hand over her hair.

"Don't worry sweetie. If you ever need to excuse yourself from class your Daddy or I can excuse you," he told her.


Rachel realized that her dad was completely right. The car wash was a horrible place to be 'meeting up' with Quinn.

It was like something right out of a beer commercial. There was a slew of cheerleaders scattered across the WMHS parking lot, all dressed in bright red bikinis tops and their Cheerios skirts and dripping with water. Who wouldn't be aroused by this sight?

She breathed deeply through her nose.

Just focus and breathe.

Her eyes scanned over the place as she pulled into the lot. The line of cars waiting to be cleaned was obscenely long and the Cheerios pausing their washing to spray each other with the hoses was not helping it move along.

Seriously? It's like pornography, Rachel thought. Not that she had ever seen a pornographic film, but she could only guess that this is what it would look like.

There was loud music being played and the concession stand, usually used during football games, was set up at one end of the parking lot. The smell of hot dogs and burgers made her a little nauseous.

She pulled up in line, deciding to get the wait over with. At least it would give her time to cool down a bit.

Rachel glanced at her lap and realized that jeans were probably not the best pick for the day.

Guess I'll just have to stay inside the car.

She looked around the lot, hoping to catch sight of Quinn, but the blonde didn't seem to be around. Rachel deflated a little. The only reason she even thought of coming to this blatantly sexual-based marketing scheme was for Quinn.

Creeping up the line as it moved forward every so often, she realized that not all the Cheerios were washing cars. Toward the back of the lot were a couple girls literally surrounded by boys.

Rachel felt a little put off for them, before realizing that she wasn't much better. At least she had the decency to not ogle the girls right in front of them.

At the very least, she hoped Quinn was among them.

She inched forward again. Now she could see them better. Santana was clearly in the group.

Of course she wouldn't actually be working.

There was still no sign of Quinn.

Noah Puckerman, who she knew from the Jewish Community Center, was standing among the girls make vulgar hand gestures in the direction of his groin.

"Do girls really like that?" she wondered out loud. She figured they must have liked it enough, since Noah had a reputation of being a stud, or man whore, depending on who was asked.

She was in the middle of musing about Puckerman's womanizer ways when she spotted her.

Quinn was exiting the school and heading toward the parking lot. Rachel actually breathed a sigh of relief at the fact the blonde was wearing her letterman jacket and her normal Cheerio skirt. She wasn't completely sure she could handle Quinn Fabray in a bikini.

The head Cheerio looked like she was going to pass right by the group with Santana and Noah, but slowed slightly when they obviously called out to her.

She looked so disinterested, but came to a stop next to them.

The line of cars moved forward once more and Rachel slid into the next spot up, before training her eyes on Quinn.


"Well let's see it," Puck pressured, waving his hand at Quinn, who had just joined their little group.

"See what?" she asked. Quinn hated these types of events almost as much as she hated the horny boys that lingered around all day. She gave Puck an unenthused look.

"Your bikini baby," he crooned.

Did he just thrust his hips at me?

"Yeah come on Quinn. We all know that you put on weight, but you can't hide that chub-a-lub forever," Santana mocked.

Quinn had to resist the urge to smack her. All eyes were on her. The boys were staring so hard she thought they might give themselves aneurysms.

With an eye roll, she grabbed the zipper of her jacket. The guys practically jumped forward in excitement.

As much fun as it was to have the male population of McKinley under her control, she couldn't stand their lust filled gazes.

She shrugged the jacket off her shoulders once it was unzipped, revealing her bikini top and abs.

Puck let out a whistle.

Rachel froze.

Oh my God….was all she could think before her mind basically short circuited. Sure, she was aware that Quinn was in insanely good shape, but damn.

Her skin looked pale standing next to Santana and Puck, but it had a warm glow. Her hair was pulled into the usual tight pony tail. Her legs were on display under her skirt. But it was her stomach which was doing Rachel in.

Quinn's stomach was much more chiseled then Rachel had imagined. She'd always thought of flat and smooth. Not that she was complaining at the little ripples of muscles definition Quinn was sporting.

The part of her mind that wasn't being hazed with arousal was incredibly impressed by the just barely there lines that defined her abs.

Holy shit.

Rachel immediately brought her hand down over her lap. Her penis was already starting to harden and she glanced around to make sure no one was close by.

She carefully adjusted her genitals to a more comfortable position. Hesitantly, she glanced down. Even half erect, there was a slight outline in her tight jeans and she cursed under her breath.

Now she definitely couldn't get out of the car.

Her turn at the wash station was fast approaching and she looked back toward Quinn's direction. She looked irritated, particularly at Noah.

"Doesn't even know how to treat a lady," she mumbled, staring on with envy as the boys swooned over Quinn. At least Quinn didn't seem at all effected by them.

Pulling forward at one of the Cheerios motioning, she placed the car into park in the wash spot.

"You wanna get out?" the girl asked when she rolled down her window.

"No I'm…"she started to say, but cut off when she heard Quinn's voice.

With her window down, she could hear the group talking.

"Geeze, Puckerman," Quinn snapped. He was standing a little too close for comfort now and whatever he had just implied didn't sit well with her. "That's disgusting."

She pushed at his shoulder to get him to back up.

"Prude, much?" Santana questioned, causing the girls around her to laugh.

"Yeah don't be a prude Q," Puck chimed in. He stepped back to where he was before, leaning down a bit to be closer to head cheerleader.

"Actually, I'd like to exit the vehicle while you clean it," Rachel said quickly, her eyes trained on Puck. "I'll return when you have finished."

With that, she pressed the car door open and exited the Mini Cooper. Seeing Puck so close to a very obviously perturbed Quinn had deflated her erection much more effectively then thinking of dead baby animals, so she had no fear as she walked toward them.

"Get out of my space," Quinn warned him. It became apparent that Puck didn't know how to take a hint as he turned his eyes down to get a view of the top of her breasts.

"Quinn!"

Quinn could honestly say that she never thought having a loser calling out to her would cause such relief. She stepped back from Puck and looked over her shoulder.

Rachel was determinedly making her way toward them, a fake smile plastered on her lips.

"What is this? The Shire?" Santana asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Ra-Berry," Quinn quickly covered. It wasn't her fault she almost slipped up, she was just so relieved to have a distraction from Puck.

Rachel stopped within what she would consider 'safe' distance of the group. She looked over them, offering them all the most fake smile she had ever had to put on.

"Greetings everyone," she said, her jaw a little tense.

"What do you want loser?" Puck asked, annoyed with the interruption.

"I was just hoping to borrow Quinn for a moment. I seem to have forgotten the English assignment for this weekend," she said, looking right at Quinn.

The blonde arched her brow a little. There was no English assignment this weekend.

She glanced between Rachel and the group.

"You think we care?" one of the Cheerios piped up.

Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Please Quinn. It would be much appreciated," she said.

Quinn glanced warily at Santana, but the Latina just looked pissed off. She shrugged her shoulders a little and slipped her arms back into the sleeves of her jacket.

"I've got it in my locker," Quinn said, finally turning her eyes toward Rachel.

The relief she saw in Rachel's eyes made her feel good.

"I'll be back," she told the group. Not waiting a second longer then she had to, Quinn took off toward the school.

Rachel realized she was supposed to follow the blonde. She couldn't help the smug smile that crossed her features as she chased after her with a careless "Have a nice day" tossed over her shoulder.

Quinn bit into her lower lip as she heard Rachel hurry to catch up with her.

The girl was kind of cute the way she acted, like in a puppy sort of way.

"So what do you really need?" Quinn asked, once Rachel had caught up to her, a little amused smile tugging at her lips. They fell into rhythm, walking side by side.

"Oh nothing," Rachel said flippantly.

The blonde arched her brow at the girl. Rachel quickened her steps to reach the door to the school first and held it open for Quinn. She glanced over her shoulder, taking a little bit of sick delight in the put out look on Puckerman's face.

"Thanks," Quinn said softly as she stepped through the doors.

They walked down the hall in silence for a few moments before Rachel couldn't take it anymore.

"I saw how uncomfortable you were," she spoke gently, a little afraid to upset the other girl. Quinn was silent.

"It was obvious that you didn't appreciate Noah's advances….I mean, at least it looked like you didn't…from afar…"Rachel trailed off. She suddenly felt unsure of herself. Maybe she read Quinn's body language wrong. Maybe she was just joking when she asked Puck to step back.

Quinn came to a stop and turned to face Rachel. She had buried her hand in the pockets of her jacket and Rachel noted just how pretty she looked.

"So you bailed me out?" the blonde asked.

She couldn't believe that Rachel noticed, let alone did anything to help her out. After all, Santana was practically pushing her into Puck's arms. It was a little endearing that the geek actually cared.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

"That's….really cool of you," Quinn said.

She called me cool! Rachel thought excitedly and flashed the other girl a huge smile.

"It was the right thing to do," she said with a little determined nod.

Quinn couldn't help smiling at the look on Rachel's face. It was obvious she was proud of herself.

She's cute…Like a puppy. Yeah, like a puppy.

Turning back toward the way there were walking, Quinn started down the hall again. Rachel quickly followed, not really sure what came next.

"You know Quinn, you don't have to subject yourself to Noah's or anyone else's inappropriate behavior," Rachel said carefully.

"It's like the whole point of being a cheerleader. To have perverts leer at you," Quinn commented, her nose wrinkled a little in disgust. Rachel thought it was adorable.

"Well you don't have to be a cheerleader," she pressed, trying to tread cautiously. She really didn't want Quinn angry at her.

Quinn scoffed. "Yes I do,"

"Because of the popularity? I'm confident that Cheerio or not you would still be popular," Rachel told her with a nod.

The blonde eyed her for a moment.

What's her angle? Quinn wondered.

"I have to get out of this Podunk town somehow," she pointed out.

"There are plenty of ways to do that!" Rachel assured her, a grin on her lips. "I'm going to ride out of here on my talent."

Quinn snorted a little. Rachel stared at her a little wide eyed.

I totally just made Quinn Fabray laugh.

"Not for me," Quinn said after a moment, her voice a little low.

"That's certainly not true Quinn. I know for a fact that you have a nearly perfect attendance record and grades that any Ivy League university would consider."

"Stalker much?" Quinn asked before she could think. Rachel shrunk a little, but still had a determined look in her eyes. "Besides I'm not even first in the class."

"Well of course not. Mike Chang has like a 15.0, how can anyone beat that?" Rachel huffed.

The blonde laughed lightly, bringing them to a stop once more. She leaned her back against the lockers, her hands still tucked into her jacket pockets.

Rachel beamed at her once again and Quinn felt her stomach flutter a little.

"You're second in the class. I would know, you just barely beat me," the brunette told her.

Quinn nodded her head a little, before shrugging. With a sigh, she tilted her head back against the lockers.

"You're right. But I can't just have one plan to get out of Lima. I need back-ups," Quinn explained. She shook her head, realizing that she was talking to Rachel Berry, one of the school losers.

"It's just… you are a very pretty girl Quinn, but that doesn't mean anyone has the right to take advantage of that," Rachel practically whispered. The way Puck looked at Quinn honestly disgusted her.

Quinn regarded her for a moment, her eyes soft. She got told she was pretty all the time, but Rachel said it with such conviction. It was flattering.

"I…well..." Quinn's cheeks flushed a little at not being able to find words. "Thanks," she finally settled on.

Rachel watched with interest as the blonde's cheek turned a little rosy and when she realized that she had made Quinn blush, her heart practically beat out of her chest.

The two stood there in a somewhat companionable silence for a while. Rachel took the moment to look over Quinn, while the Cheerio stared down the hall.

"I should probably get back," Quinn said suddenly, feeling her cheeks coloring once again under Rachel gaze.

"Oh of course!" Rachel said a little too quickly.

They both looked at each other slightly bashfully, before Rachel turned and started down the hall.

"You're lucky Santana doesn't pay attention in class," Quinn remarked, just a step or two behind Rachel.

She chuckled lightly and looked back at the blonde. "I had to come up with something on the spot, give me a break," she huffed lightly.

Quinn smiled at the sound.

"Well next time you wanna run off somewhere with me you'll need a better excuse," she commented. Rachel nearly tripped over her feet at the implication and Quinn breezed past her.

Seriously? Rachel thought, her eyes accidentally zeroing in on Quinn's backside.

Feeling a familiar twitch, she quickly brought her eyes back up and jogged a couple steps to catch up with the girl.

"Which one is yours?" Quinn asked, as she pushed open the doors to the school.

Now that she had a moment to breath, Rachel pointed to her red car.

"You have a Mini Cooper?"

"Yes. I share it with my Papa," Rachel told her.

"I've always thought they were cool," Quinn commented. She glanced back at Rachel and could practically see the gears turning in the girl's head.

"I could give you a tour some time, they a pretty neat cars," Rachel said excitedly, though tried not to be too obvious. Quinn smirked a little.

"Yeah they are 'pretty neat'," Quinn teased.

Rachel's eyes narrowed. "Are you mocking me, Quinn?" she asked accusingly.

The blonde flashed a smile.

"See you later Berry," was her replied before she veered off in the direction of Santana.

Her legs came to a stop on their own and Rachel watched as Quinn headed off. She felt a little light headed and her stomach was fluttering. Luckily her pants weren't tightening, even when she let herself take the tiniest of peaks at Quinn's butt.

Once the blonde reached her group, Rachel headed toward her car, resisting the urge to skip.

"Have fun making out with Frodo's tranny sister?" Santana asked as soon as Quinn reached them.

"Bite me," Quinn snapped.


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Posted: 1/13/14

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