Title: When You Wish Upon a Star pt4
"Can we skip the bits where you mauled me?" Quinn swallowed. If they were going to have this chat right now, the sex parts were not to be included. Quinn couldn't handle the sex parts involving Rachel. She had almost manage to completely blank out the other now and her debacle of a first time with Puck and felt more than a little lucky that she couldn't remember what had happened with Rachel. She saw the bruises of course, and the bite marks. She remembered the soreness and aches and knew for sure that she had gone all the way with the brunette. Quinn just didn't feel ready for all the gory details.
Rachel's eyes widened. "I didn't maul you, Quinn and you certainly didn't mind when I became enthusiastic. In fact, you encouraged me." She saw the confusion on the other girls face. "You were very appreciative of the way I used my hands and mouth, even if I did leave marks."
Quinn paled and looked up towards the ceiling. "Dear God, strike me down right now. Please."
"I also remember you calling out to God on several occasions as we engaged in sexual activities you particularly enjoyed." Rachel couldn't help the smirk that lifted her lips. "I don't think that he was listening then either. Perhaps you should make your request a wish."
The blonde grabbed for one of Rachel's pillows and covered her face, groaning as she did so.
"I also remember you doing that too." Leaning forward, she reached for the pillow and pulled it away from Quinn's face. "You were very loud at times."
"Please, Rachel." Quinn's face burned with embarrassment. "I'm not ready to talk about sex with you."
Rachel paused her devious thoughts. She crossed her legs as she sat opposite the other girl, making sure to pull her skirt over her knees.
They had shared a comfortable meal, Rachel making sure that Quinn ate all of her lasagne, before deciding to hold their chat in Rachel's room. Rachel had encouraged Quinn to make herself comfortable and ended up joining her on the bed with her back resting against one of the bottom posts.
"I'm sorry, Quinn." Rachel apologised. "I wanted you to be at ease with me and I'm not helping by embarrassing you."
Quinn sighed softly. "I don't really know why I'm apologising, but I'm sorry too, Rach. I'm just not used to … sex talk."
"You don't talk to Brittany or Santana about sex?" Rachel frowned. She had always thought that the three Cheerio's talked about everything and anything. She certainly knew that Brittany and Santana weren't shy. Rachel had often passed by the pair to hear them giggling over something dirty.
Quinn shook her head, still feeling the blush that stained her cheeks. "They do, I just pretend to do something else. It's not the way I was raised, Rachel. I'm just not comfortable with it."
Rachel nodded her head in understanding. "You don't talk to anyone? What if you're curious about something or something about your own body is bothering you?"
Quinn shrugged. She was one of the kids that sat during sex ed. in rapt attention, only she managed to disguise her curiosity with a look of boredom that said she already knew it all. The internet and her family doctor were also very informative as she grew from a child to a teenager. "I sometimes talked to Doctor Shay. I couldn't talk to my mom about periods let alone sex, if that's what you're getting at." She shrugged again as though it didn't bother her.
"Wow." The brunette spoke softly. She had always thought that a mother would be there for her daughter no matter what. Supposedly, there was nothing stronger than the bond between mother and child and Rachel had often wondered if her informative years would've been any different if she had a mother who helped to raise her. She didn't fault her dads, not at all, she was just curious.
Rachel had learned most of what she needed to know about her body and the changes she would experience from her fathers, so that when the time came for those changes to happen, she was never afraid. She had even asked them questions about sex and sexuality and they had always answered her with honesty. Sure, her dad's face would sometimes colour at a question and sometimes, though it was a rarity, they would tell her that she'd have to wait until she was a little older before they discussed that particular topic. That was how Rachel expected a mother to be - like her dads, only a little more.
Rachel tilted her head as she looked at Quinn. "Alcohol must really help to lower your inhibitions considerably." She smiled at her conclusion because Quinn hadn't seemed at all shy at Noah's party.
Quinn chewed at the corner of her lip and nodded.
"Quinn?" Rachel waited for hazel eyes to lift. "You really don't remember, do you?"
She shook her head.
The brunette sighed. "You made me feel special, Quinn. You made my first time … beautiful … and I was hoping that I'd done the same for you." She smiled sadly. "You made me question what I was doing with Finn and I realised that, even though I loved him, I could have so much more with someone else."
"Wasn't love enough for you?" Quinn frowned.
Rachel pursed her lips as she thought. Blinking a few times, she refocused on the girl in front of her. "It could've been … until I realised that there's more to a relationship, that I could have more." Dark brows flickered together, a scowl appearing and then gone just as quick. "I'm selfish, Quinn. I'm selfish and greedy and I want it all. I want love and friendship and passion and excitement."
The blonde rested her elbows on her knees as she listened. She'd never really thought about what she wanted from a relationship other than a stepping stone. She'd dated a few guys, Finn included, and all they really were to her was a way to get something she hadn't already got. Popularity. Power. The approval of her mother.
"I can give those things to you, Quinn." Rachel breathed. "I'm not all selfish."
"Surely Finn could be all those things." Quinn lifted her chin, trying to ignore the breathy declaration.
"I loved Finn, I still love him." Rachel smiled gently and thought of the boy. "I think I'll always love Finn. He's a good friend and …" She snorted softly. "He was a great kisser, but there was never any real passion. I didn't even know that I was missing it until I experienced it." Dark eyes met hazel. "I don't think he ever made me as wet as what you did that night … as you still do now."
"Rachel!" Quinn hissed. "That's not passion … it's … it's lust." She could feel her cheeks erupt with heat again.
"It's not wrong, Quinn." Rachel frowned at the anger in the other girl's voice. "It's not dirty or sinful for me to want you … or vice versa."
"I don't want you, Berry." Quinn snapped.
Rachel paused to take a breath, to gather her thoughts. "You told me that I was beautiful. You told me that you liked me and that you just pretended not to." She swallowed thickly at the lump forming in her throat. She needed to get everything out before she started to cry. "I kissed you and you kissed me back, Quinn. I was inside of you and you begged *me*, Rachel Berry, to make you come. You touched me and held me; you were inside of me again and again like you couldn't get enough." Rachel's dark eyes followed the blonde as she scrambled from the bed. "I don't believe you, Quinn." Rachel's voice grew louder, stronger as she followed Quinn. "You felt everything I did that night and you can't just switch those feelings off or bury them so deep that you never have to deal with them. You wanted me … just as much as I wanted you."
"Stop it!" Quinn's hand was on the door handle, her palm itching to yank it open.
"We had sex, Quinn Fabray. We made love and we fucked." Rachel grabbed for Quinn's arm. "You held me and kissed me like you never wanted to let me go. You wanted me."
"No!"
"You still want me."
"No."
"I love you, Quinn."
Quinn gasped. She squeezed her eyes tightly together and pressed herself against the door, forehead against the cool wood. "You can't love me, Rachel." She breathed, knowing, feeling that Rachel was so close behind her.
Rachel's hand tugged gently on the blonde's arm, slowly encouraging her to turn around. "Why can't I?" She lifted Quinn's chin with shaky fingers. "Why can't I love you?"
"Because … I'll hurt you." Quinn's lower lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. "I'm a horrible person, Rachel." She swiped at her eyes. "I shouldn't be here, even being friends; it's not a good idea. Every relationship I have turns to shit and I'll just screw you up like I'll screw her up." She pressed a hand to her stomach, her voice becoming an angry snarl. "Just like I'm screwed up. Fuck." She raked both hands back through her hair and glared at Rachel Freaking Berry. "I should go."
Rachel shook her head sharply. "I think you should stay." She rubbed at her chin trying to stave off the tremble she felt. She sniffed and blinked rapidly. "Stay."
"Rachel." Hazel eyes fell to the carpet underneath her feet. Quinn only just realised that she wasn't wearing her converse; she had taken them off before climbing onto Rachel's bed.
Rachel stepped closer and wrapped her arms around the taller girl's shivering frame, pulling her into the warmth of her body. "You need to stay." She spoke softly. "Call your mom and tell her you're spending the night with a friend. I'll get you some pyjamas." Pulling out of the embrace, she considered phoning her dads but knew that they would have their cell phones switched off during class. She sent them a quick text message letting them know that Quinn was spending the night, just so they wouldn't freak when Quinn sat down to breakfast the next morning.
"I should go." Quinn repeated herself. She still hadn't moved from by the door as Rachel busied herself with her cell.
Rachel neared the blonde and reached out to take both of Quinn's hands in her own. She gave the hands a tug. "Look at me, Quinn."
Watery eyes lifted.
Fighting the overwhelming urge to hold Quinn and never let her go, Rachel spoke softly. "I love you."
Quinn flinched.
"I love you." Rachel sighed. "You aren't screwed up, Quinn, at least not beyond repair. Let me help you." She lifted her fingers and smoothed hair away from Quinn's pretty eyes. "Let me be your friend. Let me hold you tonight."
"I don't think … I can." Quinn stuttered as tears spilled.
"Please, Quinn. Please." Rachel felt her own tears begin to meander over her cheeks. "Don't make me worry any more for you and *our* daughter than I have to. Stay with me and let me keep you both safe."
"Rachel." Quinn could feel her resolve crumble. She didn't want to leave; she didn't want to return to the place her parents called home. She felt so drained, emotionally and physically. It had been such a long day.
"I'm not asking for anything that you aren't ready to give, Quinn." Rachel wiped away Quinn's tears with the backs of her fingers before cupping her damp cheek to caress it with her thumb. "We'll just climb into my big comfy bed and talk some more or watch a little TV until we fall asleep. Stay, please. Don't make me worry about you driving whilst this upset. I will only have to call and text you pretty much all night just to make sure that you're okay."
A fine brow arched and Quinn snorted softly. "You would too, wouldn't you?"
Rachel nodded. "Definitely. You'll soon come to realise that I'm very protective of my friends, Quinn."
"Why would you want me as a friend after everything I've done?" The corners of Quinn's lips dipped.
"Because I love you." Rachel smiled. "And … you don't want to be that Quinn Fabray anymore. You made a wish so that everything would be different. I'm just helping that wish come true." Her smile widened as she reached out to run her fingers through golden hair and Quinn let her. "Come to bed. Rest … you look like you need it."
Quinn nodded tiredly. "Rach?"
"Hmm?" Rachel moved away from the blonde so that she could gather their pyjamas.
"Can we take it slow?"
Rachel nodded. "As slow as you need. I won't push you, Quinn."
…………………………………………
Rachel gave Quinn a pair of her pyjamas and told her that she could dress in her bedroom whilst Rachel changed in the bathroom. The brunette took her time and even spent a couple of minutes just contemplating her life and staring at herself in the mirror before deciding that Quinn should've been able to change out of her Capri pants and blouse and into the most conservative pair of pyjamas that Rachel owned. It wasn't that Rachel wore skimpy lingerie to bed; she always wore pyjamas or night shirts or boy shorts and a vest when she was really warm, she just wanted Quinn to be comfortable around her. Sharing a bed whilst being partially (mostly) exposed, would not be a comfortable experience for either of them.
Rachel strolled out of the bathroom wearing her second most conservative pair of pyjamas. She only had one pair of full length flannelette pj's in plaid and Quinn was currently wearing those. Rachel hid the smirk on her face when she spotted the blonde's grimace as she looked down at herself. "I have matching shorts if you'd prefer." Rachel chewed at her lower lip and averted her eyes so that she wouldn't laugh.
"I look ridiculous." Quinn huffed as she pulled at the pant legs as they rode a couple of inches above her ankles.
Rachel arched a brow at the blonde and placed her hands on her hips. "My grandma Berry bought me those before she left us for a better place." She dipped her eyes to the ground.
"Oh." Quinn swallowed. "I'm sorry, I'm sure that they look lovely on you." She tried to apologise. "They're just a little short in the leg … but, they'll be fine for tonight." She didn't mention that she also feared that she would suffer heat-stroke at some point in the night because of the warming material.
Rachel turned away from Quinn with a soft chuckle and folded down the edge of the thick bedspread. "Ohio was always too cold for Grams so she left to go to Miami." Rachel grinned widely. "I thought that you'd be more comfortable wearing those." She spun back around. "Would you prefer shorts and a t-shirt?"
Quinn stared at Rachel's shorts and t-shirt pyjamas, red with sleepy penguins. They were better than the flannelette so she nodded her head.
Rachel handed Quinn a dark blue bundle and told her that she had put a spare toothbrush on the side of the sink for her to use. Whilst the blonde changed in the bathroom, Rachel looked at her cell phone to check on any messages. She shrugged with a faked nonchalance when her inbox came up as empty and switched the profile to vibrate. She then turned on the TV, flicking through the channels for something to watch for a little while.
Quinn shook her head as she stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't know why she was still at Rachel Berry's house, let alone why she actually agreed to spend the night with Rachel. She sighed wearily. Quinn had agreed because she was an emotional wreck and Rachel Berry actually cared enough for her wellbeing to not let her drive home. She reached for the purse she'd brought into the bathroom with her and sent a quick text to her mother. A few seconds later, OK was the only response. It was weird to feel cared for because she so rarely felt it before.
Quinn washed her hands and face and then brushed her teeth.
Rachel smiled brightly when Quinn entered her bedroom. She looked the blonde over, her smile grew and a little heat infused her cheeks. Quinn Fabray was wearing her 'My Little Star' pj's. The shorts were shorter than the mid-thigh pair Rachel was wearing and the t-shirt was tighter, but the other girl certainly looked more comfortable in them. "Better?" She grinned.
Quinn nodded her head; a small smile of her own curled the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Rachel."
Rachel shrugged off the thanks. "There's nothing to be thankful for, Quinn. I'm sorry that I thought you'd be more comfortable in the other pyjamas."
Quinn sighed softly. "I wasn't thanking you for the pyjamas." She looked up to see that Rachel had settled on an easy listening music channel and had claimed the right side of the double bed. Quinn flicked the light switch by the side of the door and the room darkened except for the light from the TV. She neared the bed and stood staring at it for a little while.
"I'm not going to molest you, Quinn." Rachel patted the pale sheets and reached out for the other girl's hand. She gave a gentle tug.
Quinn slid between the sheets, pulling the patterned comforter over her shoulders. Sinking into the pillows, she yawned.
Rachel smoothed blonde hair away from Quinn's face, so tempted to lean in and give her a kiss. She could see the exhaustion in heavy hazel eyes and knew that they wouldn't be continuing their earlier conversation. Morning sickness, Sue Sylvester and conflicting emotions deepened the creases on Quinn's forehead, so Rachel brushed them away with the pad of her thumb.
"You keep doing that … and I'll be asleep before Whitney finishes this song." Quinn breathed.
Rachel shrugged and continued to stroke the soft skin of Quinn's cheeks, her nose and her jaw. "Then sleep."
"But …" Quinn took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that one long blink would stop the ache behind her eyes. "I promised that … we'd talk."
"We've done enough talking for now." Rachel smiled warmly. She scooted a little closer to the blonde until she could rub her toes against Quinn's ankle. "Sleep."
Quinn's eyes fluttered open again before shutting. Her hand slid across the small space between them and lightly fingered the cotton of Rachel's t-shirt. "I wish …" Quinn murmured quietly as sleep enveloped her. "… I could remember."
"Me too." Rachel swallowed. She gave into temptation and pressed a lingering kiss to Quinn's forehead. "Me too." She grabbed for her remote and pressed standby before snuggling closer to the blonde. She didn't want to watch TV anyway, she'd much rather watch Quinn sleep.
Taking a deep breath, Quinn slowly opened her eyes. Her smile grew wider as she looked up into dark eyes and a smug grin. "You look pleased with yourself." She reached out to run her thumb over the other girl's glossy chin. Feeling the thick liquid coat her digit, Quinn shivered. She wrapped her fingers around the back of Rachel's neck and pulled her closer. Quinn ran her tongue over Rachel's lips before slipping inside of her mouth.
Rachel groaned into the forceful kiss. She straddled Quinn's lap and palmed the blonde's cheeks, lifting her as they kissed until Quinn was sitting on Noah's bed with Rachel in her lap.
"Oh God!" Quinn gasped as nails scratched at her back, pulling her closer still. She mouthed the last of herself from Rachel's lips and chin before sliding her lips across the brunette's jaw and down her throat. Quinn pushed on Rachel's shoulders, her thumb lifting Rachel's chin so that she could lick her way to the hollow of the other girl's throat, from there she used her lips and tongue to move lower.
"Quinn!" Rachel tugged at blonde hair, pulling Quinn's face and mouth to her breasts. As sharp teeth and a playful tongue teased her hardened peaks, she could feel dextrous fingers dance over her stomach, skirting around her belly button. Quinn cupped her mound, softly squeezing the swollen lips of her drenched sex.
"You're so wet." Quinn moaned at the feel of slick folds against her fingers. She slipped inside of Rachel with one finger and then two. Stroking in and out, she thumbed the brunette's clit.
Rachel grabbed roughly at Quinn's face, pushing their lips together hungrily. "Feels … so … good." She mumbled against Quinn's mouth. As a third finger slid inside of her, Rachel dropped her head to the other girl's shoulder. "Don't … stop." She sucked and nipped at the flesh below her mouth.
"I hadn't planned too." Quinn spread her thighs a little further, opening Rachel wider. She pressed inside of the brunette and curled her fingers. Rachel had done this to her an hour or so earlier and Quinn had gone off like a rocket. She yelped when teeth sunk into her shoulder, Rachel keening around a mouthful of her. She could feel internal muscles clamp down on her fingers but Quinn didn't stop the thrusting of her curled fingers. She rubbed her thumb over Rachel's slick clit. "Again." She hissed at the pain in her shoulder as Rachel's teeth closed sharply.
She screamed her release against Quinn before slumping forward, panting heavily.
Quinn grinned widely as she held Rachel to her. She stroked her free hand up and down the damp skin of Rachel's back, waiting for brown eyes to look at her before she, reluctantly slipped her fingers from inside. She kissed the brief wince from Rachel's face and gently eased back so that they were lying against the pillows.
Quinn held up her hand and chuckled at the copious amounts of moisture coating her fingers and palm. She arched her brow at Rachel. "You are so sexy."
Rachel smirked and pressed her lips to Quinn's. She glanced around them and found her panties hanging from Noah's alarm clock. Grabbing for the sensible cotton briefs, she wiped Quinn's hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "I was just thinking the same about you, Quinn Fabray." Rachel slid her leg over the blonde's.
Quinn stared at the other girl for the longest of moments before ducking forward to kiss her. "You're so beautiful." She licked at her lower lip as she looked into warm brown eyes. She rubbed her nose along Rachel's, smiling and then kissing her. "I don't think that I've ever felt this good." Quinn nipped at Rachel's full lips. "You've done this to me Rachel."
Rachel groaned into the kiss. Quinn was gently pushing on her shoulder, easing her over and onto her back until she was flat against the mattress with Quinn hovering above her.
"I wanna taste you." Quinn brushed her lips over Rachel's chin. "I want you to feel as good as I do."
Rachel arched her body into the other girl. She could feel liquid heat pool between her thighs as Quinn moved down her body.
Quinn wasted no time in manoeuvring herself between Rachel's legs. Her senses filled with Rachel Berry as she dipped forward to take her first taste. Groaning at the tang of silky flesh beneath her tongue, Quinn slid her thumbs along the swollen crease and parted the puffy lips. She licked along the length, gathering as much cream as she could before pulling her tongue back into her mouth. She closed her eyes and savoured the taste of Rachel. Swallowing thickly, she opened her eyes and frowned at the look of concern in dark eyes.
"Quinn?" Rachel whispered. She reached behind her to flick on the bedside lamp. "Are you okay? It's just a nightmare, sweetie."
Quinn's eyes widened, her eyes darting around the room. She was in Rachel's room, in Rachel's bed, not Puck's. Her heart was racing and Quinn could feel the rush of heat to her face and lower. Hazel eyes came back to the brunette, blinking wildly.
"I'm here, Quinn." Rachel soothed damp strands of hair away from the blonde's face. "It was just a nightmare."
Quinn shook her head. "It wasn't a nightmare, Rach." She panted. "I … remember."
"Oh." Rachel gasped as she looked down at Quinn. She could feel the waves of heat emanating from the other girl. Her eyes flickered from Quinn's eyes, to her lips and back. "Everything?"
Quinn nodded. She took a deep breath, hoping to calm the pounding of her heart as she looked into dark eyes. "I think so." She watched, mesmerized as Rachel bit at her lower lip.
Rachel didn't know what to do. She was so tempted to press her lips against Quinn's but she didn't want to scare the girl. She was supposed to be taking it slow, working on a friendship for the sake of the little girl growing inside of Quinn before even contemplating anything else, but Quinn remembered now. Quinn remembered and Rachel really wanted to just be kissing.
Quinn's hands fisted themselves in Rachel's t-shirt. The heat from her dream, her memories, still suffused her body and she wanted. She pulled Rachel down as she lifted her head from the pillows, intent to meet the other girl halfway until the roll of nausea flowed through her body. She reversed her pull and pushed at Rachel before scrambling to untangle herself from the layered covers. She almost tripped but managed to get to the bathroom just in time to empty her stomach into the toilet.
Rachel watched in shock as Quinn fought to get away from her. She had thought that she had done something really wrong until she heard the blonde retch. Groaning into her pillow, Rachel slid across the bed. She hurried into the bathroom.
"Go … back to bed, Rachel." Quinn sobbed and then heaved.
Rachel shook her head. Grabbing for a towel and a damp wash cloth, she fell to her knees, encouraging Quinn to kneel on the thick towel rather than the cold floor of her bathroom. She stroked the long hair away from Quinn's pallid face and tied it back with one of her scrunches. "As I am partly responsible for your being in this condition, Quinn, I think it only fair that I'm here for you." She smoothed her hand up and down Quinn's spine.
Quinn retched until her stomach and chest ached. She slumped against the toilet, her arms hurting from where they pressed into the seat.
Rachel eased the other girl away from the toilet and flushed away the contents. She held Quinn to her, both too tired to contemplate moving at the moment. Rachel wiped the sweet and tears from pale features with the washcloth. "Quinn?" She whispered softly. "You need to swill your mouth."
Red-rimmed hazel eyes fluttered open.
"The acid from vomiting will rot your teeth."
"I'm not stupid, Berry." Quinn groaned as she pressed herself further into Rachel's arms. "I … just give me a few seconds."
"You girls need help?"
Two pairs of eyes shot to the door of the bathroom.
The strange noises coming from his daughter's bathroom had woken Michael.
"Daddy." Rachel smiled wearily at her father. "Quinn's morning sickness has really taken it out of her. Do you mind helping me to get her back into bed?"
Michael neared the blonde and carefully helped her to her feet. "Quinn, honey, you need to brush your teeth." His nostrils flared at the scent of vomit.
Rachel helped to steady Quinn by the sink as she swilled her mouth with minty mouthwash. She could see the scowl that Quinn was giving herself in the mirror so Rachel pressed a sly kiss to Quinn's cheek. "You're still beautiful to me, Quinn." She whispered quickly into her ear, noticing a blush creep across pale cheeks. Her daddy Michael then helped Quinn walk on unsteady legs to Rachel's bed. Rachel smiled warmly as he pulled the covers over the blonde and tucked her in. "Thanks, Daddy."
Michael sighed as he nodded his head. "Rachel?"
Dark eyes met her father's gaze. "Yes, Daddy?"
"Your dad isn't happy about the text message we received earlier." Michael wrapped his arms around his daughter. "I wasn't very pleased either."
"Why?" Rachel frowned as she thought back over the message.
Michael pursed his lips as he thought of the right words to use and not the angry ranting words that Ira had used earlier. "We know how you feel about Quinn." He paused. "And we know that … you have both already had sex … with each other, but you're still young."
Dark brows furrowed further. "I don't understand."
"We just want to protect our little girl." Michael reached out to tuck long hair behind Rachel's ear. "If Quinn stays over again, you ask permission first. When she's here, the bedroom door stays open." He held up his hand to stop the coming tirade. "I'm not saying that it has to be wide open, just open." He huffed at the angry look his daughter was giving him and wondered if she knew just how much like Ira she really was. "Don't be an ass, Rachel, you know we love you and support you in whatever you do, but we're not going to make this easy for you. We never had it easy at your age." He smirked at her pout. "A loving relationship is something to work on and not jump into blindly. Quinn's probably a lovely girl …"
"She is." Rachel interrupted.
Michael nodded, placating his adamant teenaged daughter. "Sex is not something to rush."
Rachel swallowed. "But we …"
"I know." Michael interrupted. "I can see that she means a lot to you."
Rachel sighed softly. "She does." Dark eyes rose to meet her father's eyes. "No more impromptu sleepovers … even though nothing happened except talking."
Michael nodded his head and smiled. "Okay, but you have to understand that you're text message was rather … ambiguous and it was easy for your father and I to make assumptions. Perhaps next time, a little more of an explanation would help." He pulled Rachel to him and gave her a hug. "Now go climb into bed and I'll tuck you in."
Rachel smirked as she pressed a kiss to her daddy's cheek. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Honey." He waited for Rachel to snuggle under the covers before pulling them a little tighter and tucking them under the mattress.
"I'm still telling Dad that you called me an ass." Rachel grinned widely.
Michael scowled at his daughter and bobbed his tongue out. "Fine, but then I'll tell your girlfriend that Mr. Tumbles over there," He pointed to the stuffed animal sitting on her window seat. "Normally takes her side of the bed."
"You wouldn't?" Rachel's eyes widened in outrage before narrowing. "Fine." She huffed. "I won't tell if you don't?"
"Fine." Michael grinned. "Now get some sleep. You have school in a couple of hours."
Rachel nodded and pulled the patterned bedspread up to her chin. "Daddy? Is Dad really that angry Quinn stayed the night?"
Taking a deep breath, Michael nodded. "You're his little girl, Rachel. I think he's struggling with the idea that you're forging relationships now that could take you away from him." Then Michael gave a semi-faked shudder. "And it's not nice for any father to think that someone is touching their daughter in a way deemed more than friendly. It doesn't matter if that person is a boyfriend or girlfriend."
Rachel chewed at her lip as she thought. "I don't know what kind of relationship Quinn and I will settle on, Daddy, but either way she is always going to be in my life because of the baby. Do you think that I should get up early to talk with him? Perhaps I should reassure him that as one of my fathers, whom I love dearly, that he will always be a very big part of my life."
Michael smiled warmly but shook his head. "Just let him get used to the two of you being friendly. You threw us for quite the loop when you told us that you and Quinn had … you know. Now she's pregnant and you've decided to stand by her. We'd never even met the girl before yesterday morning. Ira just needs time and, to be honest, so do I."
Rachel took a deep breath and released it slowly. She reached for her Daddy's hand. "Daddy? We might not have the time to give you."
Michael's brow furrowed.
"Quinn's family isn't like ours." She whispered. "When they find out about her pregnancy, she's going to need somewhere to stay."
Michael sighed. He knew that the name Fabray had a long standing link to the local Catholic Church and he hadn't missed the tiny cross that Quinn wore. "I'll talk to Ira, Honey but that's a bridge we'll have to cross when we come to it." There was no way that he would see the young girl with no place to go and he knew that Ira wouldn't either. If push came to shove, they would make room for the teenager and her baby. "Now sleep, don't worry yourself about these things when they haven't even happened."
Rachel nodded her head and yawned. She watched him switch off her bedside light and cross the room. He pulled the door behind him leaving it open barely an inch. She turned her head to look at Quinn and was startled to see heavy hazel eyes watching her.
Rachel closed the gap between them and wrapped her arm around the blonde.
Quinn nuzzled her face into Rachel's shoulder, easing her leg over both of Rachel's. Sighing softly, she closed her eyes. "Your little dad is pissed?"
Rachel smirked at the moniker. "Hmm. He'll get over it."
"I'll apologise in the morning." Quinn mumbled sleepily. "I was upset and … it wasn't safe to drive."
"You don't need to." Rachel ran her fingers through golden hair. She caught the hair tie and pulled it free. "I'll talk to him. We'll just have to leave the door open for the time being to reassure him that we're not having sex."
Hazel eyes fluttered open and she stared into warm brown. She remembered now. The other now was fading more and more everyday leaving this now more dominant in her memories. She could remember the press of soft lips against soft lips, skin against skin. Quinn remembered holding onto Rachel and never wanting to let her go. "So, we're not having sex?" Quinn whispered.
Rachel blinked owlishly and swallowed hard. She hadn't missed the disappointment in softly spoken words.
TBC
Much love is needed for part 5