It only takes about an hour for Santana, Brittany, and Blaine to fill them in on all that they know on the mermaids. Though their knowledge was limited, it was more than Quinn knew and any new information was good enough for her.

They went and procured some rooms in the local inn, where the odd trio was already staying. When questioned about why they were there instead in a permanent home and they learned that they had just gotten here from South America.

They all crowed into Quinn's room where they had laid out a map of the island which Puck had gotten off of an old drunkard in the pub.

Santana studied the map for a moment before pointing to the shores near the northwestern part on the island, maybe four miles up shore from the docks.

"From what we know," the brunette starts, "this is where they're most likely to be. There are some underwater caves right about there and that's where B has sighted them. We think that's where they live."

Quinn nods to show that she understands and turns to her men, "We're going to trek up there tomorrow, I want you to have Mike, Matt, and Rory guard the ship and I want you to go out now and get any supplies you think you'll need."

With that she reaches into the breast pocket of her coat and brings out a few gold pieces. She tosses them to Puck and watches and he and Sam go towards the door.

She looks expectantly at Finn when he doesn't get up to go with them.

"Is there a reason that you're not going as well?"

Finn looks nervously from his captain to the Latina in the room, still intimidated by her presence.

"I wanna hear the rest of your plan. You can't just expect to walk on up there and expect the 'mermaids' to come up and greet you."

He puts emphasis on the word mermaid, showing that he still isn't completely on board with them.

Quinn and Santana both level him with scathing glares, but it's Brittany who speaks up.

"Of course not, Finn," she says, looking at the boy as if he just said the ocean was made of rum, "the easiest way to get a mermaid to come to you is to drop something pretty in the water and wait for them to come get it. Duh."

"Really?" Quinn asks.

The shorter blonde looks between Santana and Brittany, trying to gauge whether this is the truth.

"Yeah," says the Latina, "I believe anything Britt says about those fish faces."

Brittany looks over at Santana, "no San, they have fish butts, not fish faces."

The brunette rolls her eyes playfully and smiles up at the blonde.

Quinn doesn't want to break their moment, but speaks up anyway, "Okay then, I know just the thing," she turns to walk away, "I'm going to go back to the ship and get it, I'll see you later. Finn, go catch up with Puck and Sam."

When the captain gets nods from all three of them she walks out the door of the room and makes her way out into the busy port.

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Rachel, on her way speeding out of the cave, had given Kurt and Mercedes a hasty excuse about going to collect lost goods along the shore.

She ignored their complaints about her not helping around the cove and sped her way to collect the dress that she had hidden.

Once the dress was in her possession, she made her way to a secluded rocky part of the coast.

She looked up at the rocks projecting out from the ground, over the water and steeled herself for what she was about to do. She took one last gulp of water into her lungs and wrapped the dress around her shoulders. For my captain, she thinks, for Quinn.

She grabs onto a rock and starts to pull herself up, painstakingly slowly. This climb is agony on her arms and she can't even use her tail without risk of hurting herself. It feels like forever, but soon, Rachel has made her way onto a relatively flat piece of rock.

She flops down, breathing hard, and exhaustedly scoots her way to the driest part of rock she can find. She lies there, staring up at the beaming sun and the clouds and feels herself start to dry. As she feels the water start to leave her, her tail starts to feel tight. It's uncomfortable and she squirms a little at the feel. It is almost like she can feel all the individual scales pulling back. Soon, it gets unbearably tight and she gasps before the feeling disappears altogether. At that point, she looks down and sees her legs.

They are long and lean, smooth and glistening with a thin layer of what she thinks is sea water. She smiles down at her human looking lower half and stares at her body for a while before she gets the courage to try moving.

Instead of trying to stand right away, she just sits up and slips the dress over her head, not wanted to be exposed any longer. Once the dress is on, she starts to practice moving her new extremities.

She starts with the toes, wiggling them and giggling quietly and how cute they look. Then on to the ankles, the moves them back and forth, moving her feet. Next and the knees, she bends them, bringing them up to her chest before dropping them back to the ground. After testing all the movements for a while, Rachel decides that she's ready to try standing. She moves to put and legs under her, putting herself in a crouching position before straightening up. She finds the movement surprisingly easy and starts to walk, and when she finds that easy too, to skip and jump.

I didn't need that adjustment period after all, she thinks to herself as she twirls around. She is in the middle of another spin when she stops abruptly.

Quinn.

She just remembers her reason for being out of the sea, so she turns and runs in the direction of the docks, intent upon finding the gorgeous blonde.

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Quinn weaves her way through the crowded area, trying to maneuver her way in the direction of her ship. Her eyes are mostly focused on the people in her immediate vicinity, trying not to knock anyone over. Yet, for a split second, she raises her eyes to look for her ship and locks gazes with beautiful, almost eerily familiar eyes.

She is almost knocked to the ground because she is too busy looking at this woman to notice and still moving crowd. In a split second decision (and so as not to get trampled by the mass of people), Quinn starts to make her way over to the captivating stranger.

The woman must also have the same idea, because she meets Quinn in the middle. They stand inches apart, like statues in the rushing sea of people, and gaze at each other, not speaking.

It is the brunette who speaks first.

"Hello."

This snaps Quinn out of her daze and she is brought back to herself, the confident, womanizing Captain.

"Why, hello there, beautiful, might I as your name?"

Quinn bows slightly with her introduction, grabbing one small tan hand and bringing it to her lips, pressing a kiss to the top of it with a smile.

The stranger giggles at her theatrics, but plays along, curtsying before answering.

"You may, only if I can know your name afterwards."

"Of course, milady," Quinn smiles.

"Then it is Rachel, kind madam," she states, faux serious face trying to mask her smile.

Quinn too adorns a serious look and nods, "I am Captain Quinn Fabray, captaining the S.S. Gleeful. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

They smile at each other for a minute before Rachel glances over Quinn's shoulder quickly. She gains a determined look and grasps the captain's wrist before bragging her in the direction of the in where Quinn just happens to be staying.

Quinn is perplexed by the sudden change in behavior, but lets herself be dragged along, somehow knowing that Rachel wouldn't try to harm her.

When they reach the inside if the inn, the brunette faces Quinn and presses herself close to the blonde. She grabs the lapels of Quinn's coat, pulling her down slightly so that she can whisper in her ear.

"I don't have much time, take me to your room."

Quinn is shocked, but she feels a shiver roll down her spine at the direction this day has taken. She smirks slightly to herself; this was going to be good.

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Rachel is absolutely giddy by the time Quinn lets them into the room. It was sheer luck that she ran into her in the docks, and she didn't want to waste this opportunity to be with the blonde. She had seen the sun getting lower in the sky and she knew that she had to make the most of her time before she had to rush back to the sea.

She looks around the room, already messy; even though she is pretty sure Quinn had only arrived here yesterday. There are sea charts and clothes, a bag of coin and even one of those new image catching things she had heard Kurt mention once. It had a looking through lens at the top and what looked like the image catcher in the front. She wondered how it worked.

While she was taking in the room, Quinn had been taking off her coat, removing her boots and unfastening some of the buttons on her shirt. Now, Rachel feels her arms wrap around her waist and the blonde's warm body press into her back.

She feels Quinn's hand wander to the bodice of her dress, caressing her stomach through the material.

"Is this what you wanted? To be my lover?"

it is a hot whisper in her ear and before she can gather her wits enough to answer, Quinn has spun her around and forced them into a heated kiss. Rachel immediately parts her lips and allows Quinn to ravage her mouth with her talented tongue.

Soon, not even minutes into the kiss, Rachel is grasping the collar of Quinn's opened shirt and grinding her body into Quinn's.

Quinn smirks into the kiss and growls when Rachel presses into her growing erection. The blonde has never had a lover this eager and she loves it. She tears her mouth away from Rachel's and dives into the tan skin of her neck.

Rachel feels Quinn's tongue on her skin and her head falls back as breathy moans escape from her parted lips. She is panting slightly and when Quinn strays down to lick at her collar bone, Rachel nearly dies.

Quinn, being as great at multitasking as she is, has kept up her kisses on Rachel's neck as she reaches behind her to start unbuttoning the small buttons that are keeping her away from more of the delightful skin.

In no time, the dress is undone, and Quinn shoves it off of the still panting brunette. Rachel barely notices, too lost in her haze of lust, but Quinn is almost in a trance. The dress is removed to show that Rachel hadn't been wearing anything under it but a brazier like covering over her breasts.

Rachel sees Quinn staring at her body, and for a second fears that she body isn't like a normal human's, but she quickly realizes that Quinn is staring in admiration, not disgust. Yet after a while of this staring, Rachel grows impatient at takes the lead.

"I notice that I am nearly naked, but you have almost all your clothes. I think you need to remedy that," she teases as she reaches to undo the rest of the buttons on Quinn's shirt.

This snaps Quinn out of her reverie and she tears the shirt open and shoves it off, before reaching down and quickly shedding her trousers and breaches. This leaves them even, both with just their chests covered.

Rachel looks down Quinn's body and stops at the large member standing erect between the blonde's legs. it juts out, pointing to her, proud and with a little drop of pre come on the tip. Rachel unconsciously licks her lips and reaches down to stroke it.

Quinn had watched the shock on Rachel's face and was relieved when the girl took her extra addition in stride, even taking the initiative to take it in her hand.

Quinn gasps at the hand stroking her cock and jerks her hips into Rachel's hand. But not long after, she pushes Rachel's hand away and leads her to the bed.

She has Rachel remove the covering on her breasts and does the same with her own before she has Rachel lie on the bed. She looks at the beauty that it Rachel, almost inhuman in it's perfection, before she rushes onto the bed as well and settles herself between tan thighs.

Rachel looks up at the panting blonde before she looks out the window, taking note of the sun working its way across the sky, close to setting. If she was going to do this, she had to do it now.

She buries her hands in wild blonde locks and pulls Quinn into a rough kiss, keeping her occupied as she slyly removes one hand from blond hair and reaches down to the throbbing erection. She positions the head at her entrance before jerking her hips, effectively sheathing the blonde inside her.

Quinn gasps harshly at being so suddenly immersed in Rachel's slick heat and pulls back to look into Rachel's face. She stares down in wonder, never having ever met a woman who would take control from her so easily.

Rachel wiggles her hips under her, reminding her of the task at hand and Quinn starts at a punishing pace. She only pulls out slightly before snapping back in and grinding in to Rachel's pelvis, stimulating her clit. Rachel brings up her hands, grabbing at Quinn's shoulder blades, leaving scratches in the wake of her nails. Quinn hisses at the slight pain but reaches down, grabbing Rachel's legs and encouraging her to wrap them around her waist.

Quinn is breathing erratically, staving of her orgasm, trying to have Rachel come first. She can tell the brunette is close, feeling her walls start to choke up of her dick, so she brings her head down to nibble on a sensitive earlobe.

"Come for me," the blonde rasps, "Come on my cock, love. I want to feel you."

Rachel's head jerks back once more and her back arches sharply, almost painfully. She lets out a loud long scream mixed with a moan and Quinn can feel her trying to milk the come out of her cock.

Quinn can't hold of her orgasm any longer so she pulls out of Rachel quickly before she shoots her load on Rachel's stomach and chest, not wanting to come inside and impregnate the girl.

Rachel moans at the feel of Quinn's hot come hitting her skin and drags Quinn's head down, into a kiss.

They pull away eventually and Quinn rolls off of the brunette and flops down onto the bed. She needs to rest for a second before the takes Rachel for another round.

Rachel lies on her back, staring at the ceiling as she feels her breathing return to normal. Once she is calm, she glances to the window to see that the sun is dangerously close to setting.

In a blind panic, Rachel jumps up out of the bed and rushes to find her clothes. She remembers the jizz still on her and grabs a pair of Quinn's breaches to wipe it off, not wanting to get Quinn's essence on her pilfered garment. While she does all this, Quinn watches her from the bed with confusion spread across her face.

"Rachel, where are you going?" she smirks, "I'm not done with you yet."

Rachel dresses hastily, completely ignoring Quinn. she is just finished dressing and is heading for the door when she feels a had close around her wrist.

Quinn still looks confused, with a little hurt mixed in, "Where are you going? Do you not wish to stay longer?"

Rachel feels a flash of guilt and presses a quick kiss to Quinn's lips, "I want to stay, but I can't. I urgently have to leave. But I will find you some other time. I'm sorry."

She kisses her again, just a brief press of lips before she is gone, running out the door and towards the sea, leaving Quinn to stare after her, naked and confused.

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A/N: WOO! Another chapter, and with sex no less. Comment and review if you please, or you know, just read and leave, whatever tickles your peach.