Title: Journey To Your Heart

Chapter 4: Touch Me, just like that

Rating: R for strong language and nocturnal emissions

Characters: The Lost Boys, Fuinn broship, Kurt and Frannie Fabray

Stuff: Pezberry is a very close friendship and nothing else. Santana has not interest in Rachel. I wrote out Brittany because I don't really ship Brittana anymore. Lots of reasons. There is another character addition that will explain who I ship now.

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Friday Morning

Quinn POV

"Shh, I'm gonna take good care of you."

"Oh Rachel...oh God."

"That's right baby. Say my name."

"Rachel..."

"Louder."

"Rachel!"

"Quinn's having a wet dream!"

I wake up with a start as I hear Frannie screaming outside my door, I flip her off even though I know she can't see through the door. I was not having a...wet dream though the feeling between my thigh clearly say something different. I sit up and get out the bed looking at my messy hair before going to shower. My mom must be looking for me and I don't want her to see me all flustered and thinking about Rachel Berry on top of me and between my legs. I've never had a wet dream before, not one that felt so real, like I was actually go to...I wonder if I did. Then again, if I have to wonder then I probably didn't.

After I shower and get dressed in my baby blue and white polka dot sundress with my white heels I go into the kitchen to the sight of my mom and Frannie cooking, gross. They're bonding. I sit down and grab a banana from the fruit bowl as Frannie turns to look at me with a sneaky grin on her face, I hate that look. My eyes slowly move to my mother as she turns around with a grin and happy face pancakes. Shit. See, I'm really not gay but my mom saw me kissing a girl -vodka is a crazy thing- and she's been trying to coax me out of the closet ever since. There's no closet to come out of.

"Frannie tells me you have a little crush."

My mouth drops open, "No! Is that why you made the pancakes?"

"Well, I want you to know that I support you."

I tune her out as she sits the pancakes down, I frown taking a bite as I eat with a pout. She's gotten very open and spiritual since she kicked daddy out. She wears these Maxi dresses and bamboo sandals, she cooks sprouts and weird leafy things. I look at the kitchen door as Finn knocks and waves at me with a goofy grin on his face. I shake my head as Frannie lets him in and Finn hugs her tightly.

"Hey Frannie." Finn moves over and hugs my mom, "Hey there Judy. Miss me?"

She smiles, "Hi Finny. Quinn, it's Finny."

"I see that. Finny, let's go."

I stand up and grab my bag then grab Finn by his shirt and tug him out the backdoor and over to his truck. Finn and I have been riding to school together since Wednesday. He just randomly showed up Wednesday morning, ate the rest of my oatmeal and we left. He opens the door for me and helps me up in the car before running around to the driver side. When we pull out I let out a groan.

"Finn, how close are we?"

He looks at me, "What do you mean?"

"Would you call us best friends?"

He smiles, "Sure, what's the matter?"

"Okay," I look at him fully, "If you utter 'mailman' once I will punch you in the face."

"Um...alright."

I exhale, "I had...I can't believe I'm telling you this, I had a nocturnal emission about Rachel."

"What's that?"

"It's a wet dream."

He turns the radio up and says nothing, I blush furiously and look out the window trying to figure out how many times I can ruin a friendship before people just leave me alone.

5 agonizing minutes of Taylor Swift and awkward silence passes by when Finn finally turns down the radio and looks at me with concern as he pulls into the school parking lot. He stops the car, exhaling, and looks at me again as he reaches across and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"That's totally normal."

"I'm not gay!"

He rubs my shoulder, "Maybe you're bisexual but you're looking pretty gay from my end."

"Finn! I had a wet dream about her! I think it was loud...I can't be expected to look at her..."

"I look at her all the time, I've had tons of wet dreams about her and lots of girls. Just don't look at her boobs."

I blink, "Is this what it's like to hang out with guys?"

"Pretty much, we drink beer too." He gets out the truck.

I get out the truck as Rachel starts walking toward me wearing black skinny jeans, a red shirt with a Captain America shield in the middle and matching Chuck Taylor sneakers. Her messenger bag on with her hands shoved in her pockets, a black and red fedora resting on her head. She looks so hot with her hair down and looking so careless when I know she cares so much. Finn walks up beside me and presses his lips to my temple.

"Avoid her boobs." He looks at Rachel, "What's up Rach? Nice shirt."

He walks by her fist bumping before going over to Santana and scooping her up off her feet. I roll my eyes as he puts her on his shoulder and runs with her smacking his back while giggling. Rachel walks up to me and my eyes go straight to her boobs, right to them. They could fit into my hands so perfectly.

"Hey Qu...bye Quinn."

I breeze right by her, I can't talk to her right now. Not this morning. Not after that dream. I make it to my locker with Kurt leaning against the opposite one. He smiles at me, I don't return it as I open the locker. All I have in my mind is Rachel naked and her head between my thighs...Jesus! I slam the locker shut watching Kurt jump back, putting his hand on his chest.

"Quinn, are you okay?"

I look at him, "Not right now."

"Listen, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come to movie night on Saturday?"

I shrug, "I don't know."

"Rachel will be there." He grins leaning in, "Perk."

I blink, "Kurt, I've had a very long morning. The late bell hasn't even rung yet!"

The hall stills as eyes fall on me and I just walk away. I am slowly beginning to hate this school.

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Rachel POV

"And she just walked away."

Puck rubs my shoulder, "Maybe she's not in a good mood."

"Really? Do you think it was me?" I frown watching Finn run around the gym with Santana on his back, "Why are we in here?"

Sam walks up, "Because Mr. Peterson has a hangover and we're learning about the history of McKinley. Wanna shoot hoops?"

"Not really. How long have they been doing that?"

Puck looks at Finn finally letting down Santana, "No clue."

I stand and pushes my hair back walking toward the gym door waving off Puck and Sam to go play basketball. I walk out into the hall putting my fedora on going toward the choir room. She's been avoiding me all day, when I go near her she looks down and walks off muttering.

"Rach!" Santana runs up and wraps her arms around mine, "The boys said you're being moody."

I look at her, "Why won't you love me? We're both single and alone...

"Yeah, it's way too soon for that."

"Sorry, it was a joke." I look at her, "I'm just saying, you don't avoid me. I look good right now, right?"

She nods, "Totally babe."

"So why doesn't she like me?"

Santana looks at me, opening the choir room door, "Because you're you and she's so far in the closet she sleeps in Narnia on the weekends."

I laugh, stopping when she jerks me back out the room putting her hand over my mouth and pinning me against the locker. I feel like either panicking or kneeing her between the legs and blowing my rape whistle.

"Rachel, that girl in there is Marley Rose. She is the cutest, least sexy sexy girl I have seen in a long time." She looks at me and moves her hand.

I look at her, "Least sexy, sexy girl?"

"Yeah, she's a kind faced blue eyed angel that I want to reach out and touch."

I look at her, "Let me go you psycho. What about Brittany?"

"That's the problem." She frowns, "I think about Brittany all the time but..Marley got here like Tuesday and I can't stop wanting to touch her and talk to her."

"You haven't even talked to her?" I sigh and grab her hand, "Come on."

I pull her into the classroom and smile at the girl sitting behind the piano. Her hat is ugly but she looks sweet and her eyes are blue. I give her my brightest and biggest smile.

"Hi, I'm Rachel Berry, Captain of the glee club and this is Santana Lopez. Say 'hi' Santana."

Santana grins, "Hi Santana...hi..."

"Hi, I'm Marley Rose." She grins, "Do you have an opening in your glee club?"

Santana leans on the piano, "We do have an opening. Right Rachel? Do we have an opening? I actually have no idea."

"Well," I grin, she's so cute when she's nervous, "we actually do have an opening. You can audition today. Maybe Santana can help you practice."

Santana looks at me, "What? What?"

"Have fun you two crazy kids." I walk out the room, now I need to go mope somewhere else.

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When I walk into the auditorium and there she is, sitting at the piano playing the most beautiful song I've ever heard. I walk up slowly, she hasn't looked at me or taken notice to me. When I get up on the stage I notice her ear buds and I smile, walking up behind her slowly. I sit down and she jumps pushing me off the bench as she gets on top of me and pins me down to the ground, her features softening as she looks down at me, this is sexy. She pushes my shoulder with her jaw clenched.

"What the hell?"

I smile, "Boo."

"Dammit, Berry." She gets off me and moves back to the piano, "What are you doing here?"

I get up and sit beside her, "I could ask you the same. I didn't know you played piano."

"Because you have a history of caring about other people's musical talents." She smirks, not looking at me, "Not dry humping Santana?"

I raise an eyebrow, "That sounds like jealousy."

"You're not denying it."

"I don't dry hump Santana." I smile at her, "Are you still coming over tonight?"

She shrugs, "Yeah, maybe."

"Just maybe?"

She turns to face me, her eyes focused on mine, "Exactly."

Her eyes cloud over and my heart pounds, I can hear it as the blood rushes to my ears. My eyes land on her lips. She licks them. I want to kiss her. Touch her. Hold her. Prove to her I can be everything she wants and more. I move in close and her hands grip the end of my shirt, tightening her grip. I move in, my hand touching the side of her face as her eyes close. She wants to kiss me.

"Rachel," Her nose brushes mine, "I need you to leave."

I frown, "No, no. Please."

"I'll see you tonight." She releases my shirt and turns back toward the keys, "Leave."

I stand up, "I can't make you change your mind?"

"N-no."

My steps slow as I hear the hesitation in her voice, I close my eyes thinking about what Santana told me. Pushing Quinn into a corner has the complete opposite effect of what I really want. I run my tongue over my lips and walk off the stage, why can't I find anywhere to go?

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Quinn POV

Finn gives the best massages, it's the honest to God truth, I think it's because his hands are so big. He grips my shoulder, pushing his thumbs into my shoulder blades. He stills his hands and leans down kissing my temple before sitting down beside me, leaning back in his chair with a grin on his face. He asked me to come with him to see Miss. Pillsbury about his career choices and his future, he told me he's been thinking about it a lot and doing a lot of research on his father. He told me he's gonna do everything in his power to make people stop looking at him and see that guy. I understand. When fathers fail it's hard to think of them as anything other than that failure. I believe the quote goes, 'Our fathers were our role models for God and if our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?'. I read a lot, one of my favorite books happens to be 'Fight Club'. It was a gift from Frannie, she buys me the most amazing books.

Emma walks in and sits down, "Okay, you guys, it's so nice to see you. I'm glad that you've come to talk about your future."

"Thanks," Finn smiles, "I've been trying to figure a lot of stuff about my life out. I'm not the greatest football player, I don't really try. I'm not very book smart."

I place a hand on his knee, "You're very smart."

"That's right, Finn. You are very intelligent, in your own way. You're talented and you have great leadership qualities." Emma smiles, "We just need to find a way to incorporate your talents into a future."

He sits up, "Yeah, what do you think I should do? I think it would be really cool to be a teacher or something or maybe a rock star or something."

"Well I have some pamphlets." She grins, "These are going to be a great help and I know of some internships for elementary schools."

He takes the pamphlets with a smile, going through them letting out laughs every once in a while at the titles. I smile at him as he stands up and extends his hand to her before just reaching down to hug her and walking to the door, holding the door open. I stand up a give a grin.

"Thank you."

She smiles, "I have something for you."

She hands me a pamphlet that says, 'Closets are for clothes, not people'. I stare at it then look at her and remember that she is Mr. Schue's future wife and if I staple her face to the desk he will probably kick me out of glee. I turn and follow Finn out the room as he takes the pamphlet from me and starts to laugh at the top of his lungs, falling against the lockers. I jerk it out of his hand and walk away.

"Jerk off."

He smiles walking beside me, "Are you going to Rachel's tonight?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm just not letting her know." I smile at him, "Are you doing okay?"

He nods, "Yeah, I've doing better. I'm not as sad about it. I got some great friends, great band and everyday I smile. Life is too short to go around frowning."

"You are amazing."

He walks with me into the choir room and I'm met with complete and utter chaos. I know we're late but my God there's an entire performance going on. Finn walks into the room and moves around the piano going over to the drums, tapping the guy on the shoulder and takes his place. He starts to immediately pound to the beat with no need to figure out where the song is. Finn listens to a lot of music, we all do. It's surprising to sing with people that know, what seems like, every song in the music catalog. I push my hair back as I step into the room and Santana grabs my hands pulling me close to her with a sneaky look on her face. She turns toward Rachel and I can't see her face but I can see Rachel and she looks angry and terrified. Santana dances us over and pushes me right into Rachel. Face to face. We're looking at one another. Her hands go to my waist and I place mine on her shoulders. She looks at me, her eyes move to my lips so slowly that I want her to do it. I want her to kiss me.

"Welcome to New Directions Marley Rose."

Who the hell is that?

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"She's cute, right?"

I shrug, "I guess so. Will you put on your bra?"

Santana rolls her eyes and puts on her white shirt, no bra, and pulls her wet hair into a ponytail walking toward the door with me. We link arms and head out to her car, Finn had band practice and I was not putting up with that mess of awkward. We get in the car and Santana looks at me, her eyes wide and fearful.

"Here she comes. What should I do? Should I do? Should I drive away?"

I blink, "Roll down the window."

"Shit." She turns and rolls down the window, "Hey."

She just squeaked.

Marley smiles, "Hi, my mom is at the doctor. Can you give me a ride? I totally have gas money."

"N-no, no, I mean...no..."

I lean over, "Get in, she's always dumb after Cheerio's practice."

Marley smiles at me as she gets in the backseat and Santana starts driving, muttering under her breath in Spanish and clenching the steering wheel. I grin, pay back is always so sweet.

"So, Marley, how are you liking Lima?"

She smiles, "It's great here. I went to the gay club, they don't ID."

"So you're gay? So is Santana. Huge lesbian."

Santana stares at me, her jaw clenched as she looks into the rear view mirror at Marley then at me like she wants to punch me in the face with all her might. She keeps driving as I grin, putting my focus back the girl in the hat.

Marley smiles, "I heard. Kurt was telling me about all the kids "like us" and how we should probably stick together."

"That sounds like Kurt. You know, there is a movie on Saturday."

Santana pulls into my driveway, "Get out Quinn."

"Well, Marley, leave your number with Santana and we can all hangout." I smile at Santana, "Bye!"

I close the door and skip into the house, revenge. I open the door and Frannie smiles at me.

"Quinnie, guess what?"

I stare at her, "You're going to Japan for a year?"

"Funny, makes this so much better." Frannie steps to the side, "Rachel Berry."

'Shit.'

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AN: What do you think of the changing POVs?