Week 13

Rachel/Quinn-Connecticut

Rachel was teasing her. Quinn was positive about that. She was walking around their hotel room in her flimsy nightie, bending over things, leaning, bouncing around. Quinn knew she was definitely doing it on purpose. Who put on a nightgown at 7:45pm?

"Quinn aren't you going to sit down and watch the movie with me? You promised me four days and I'm claiming one of them right now."

Rachel was going to milk her promise for all it was worth. It's not like she minded it, spending time with her wasn't a chore, she actually enjoyed it, but something about Rachel's not so subtle attempts to what, seduce her, made her uncomfortable. Something about the whole thing made it feel a bit tawdry. Either that or Quinn was just being the coward that Rachel thought she was.

"I know what I promised." Quinn said firmly.

Rachel glared at her in response and pushed herself off the sofa. Quinn tried her best to ignore her as she closed the distance between them. Rachel met her as Quinn sat comfortably, or uncomfortably now that Rachel was stalking her like a big game hunter, in one of the room's chairs. Rachel leaned into her and pressed her face against hers. Quinn could feel the girl's breath gently brushing her face and her heartbeat quickened.

"Well come over here and sit down with me." The words were almost a whisper but they still echoed through Quinn's mind as if she'd used a bullhorn.

Yeah sure, Quinn thought. Come sit down with her while she leaned over her breathing minty smelling breath on her and flashing her breasts in her face. Brilliant idea Quinn not at all a problem.

"Sure," she said like a moron. Totally impractical but damn if she didn't really want to be next to her right now.

Rachel lingered near her face, her warm breath breathing against her skin driving her mad. "We don't have to watch a movie, I'm sure we can find other things to do."

Was she flirting again? She was sure of it now. "Rachel." Quinn started to say but Rachel didn't let her finish the thought. She was pulling away and walking back towards the sofa. A DVD was already on the menu screen, a movie Rachel talked about constantly that Quinn had somehow never seen was waiting to be enjoyed. An affair to remember.

"Fine, we can watch DVD's. I'm content if you are."

Quinn watched as Rachel sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. Her nightie was insanely small, insanely small and completely revealing and inappropriate. Despite this Quinn couldn't help but stare, Rachel looked so good in it.

"Come on, come keep me company. I'm in the mood for love Quinn."

More flirting? Quinn was sure that's what she was doing but she wasn't sure what Rachel wanted her to do about it. Respond? Suffer? This wasn't going to be another one of those weekends. Rachel wasn't going to walk away from it thinking she was a coward again. If she wanted to play this game Quinn was up to the challenge.

Rachel woke up with her face pressed against Quinn's warm chest. She could hear her heart beating slowly and rhythmically in her rib cage, could hear the slow and steady breaths of Quinn's peaceful sleep. She bit her bottom lip and forced her eyes closed and for the first time since she'd stepped foot in this room less than twenty four hours ago she assessed her situation.

Quinn had laid out the red carpet last night. Rachel wasn't quite sure what to expect when she showed up at the hotel. It was nice, really nice, everything Quinn said it was. They had total privacy. A kitchenette of their own complete with stove, fridge and a small table. A sofa and a flat screen TV. And most importantly they had a bathroom that wasn't shared with half a floor of students and a large king sized bed. It was everything Quinn promised it would be and more. It was more than a hotel room. It was a suite, the whole hotel was full of them. A little apartment of their own to share.

Quinn moved beneath Rachel's head and offered a soft moan. Like the last time they'd slept in the same bed Quinn had taken off her shirt. However unlike the last time there was nobody here to catch her if she took a peek. And she had taken a peek. She'd also stroked the girl's soft fit belly but had restrained herself from outright fondling the girl in her sleep.

She was fighting off the urge to fondle her when someone knocked on the door. Rachel wasn't sure what time it was but she was sure it was early. They hadn't stayed up late so she was up bright and early as usual. Quinn was always a bit of a sleepy head on the weekends and usually slept in. They'd settled in early last night, everyone had actually, and watched 'An Affair to Remember' on DVD.

Rachel pulled herself off Quinn's body and climbed out of bed. Her cell phone laid comfortably on the night stand but she'd turned the thing off last night after being bombarded with calls from friends about why she wasn't going to make it home for Thanksgiving. They were pressing the issue but she ignored them all and dread the moment she turned it back on reentered reality. Instead of grabbing her phone she walked over to Quinn's side of the bed, laughing at the irony that they'd slept together so many times now that they each had a 'side', and picked her phone up off the nightstand. 8:21am. Early. Much too early for visitors.

Rachel grumbled as she walked to the door and asked who it was. "It's Carol."

Carol, Rachel thought, which one was that? It was a chore keeping track of Quinn's new friends. They'd descended on the business hotel like a pack of rowdy teenagers. Music blaring in the parking lot, beer being passed around, marijuana being smoked. When Quinn guided them into the parking lot in her new SUV it was packed with upscale cars and sports cars. The trappings of wealth Quinn called it. After seeing the spectacle Rachel was sure the whole week was ruined. It wasn't until things settled down that she realized the boys were all forced outside by their girlfriends who wanted to keep the partying to a minimum. Jules it seems had forgotten to mention that everyone who jumped at the chance to attend the party had understood it was strictly a plus one affair. Everyone had brought a girlfriend or boyfriend.

Rachel also found out that Quinn's friends had shown up En masse to make reservations and in return had taken up the whole fifth floor of the hotel. Their were fourteen couples in all, but sixteen rooms. So as not to be disturbed by some grumpy senior citizens, someone had rented the extra two rooms also. Rachel was astonished someone would actually spend that kind of money for simple privacy but Quinn had reminded her these kids grew up in a different world than they did in Lima. While she and Rachel had budgeted and spread the charges across several forms of payments so as not to draw attention to it, most of these kids hadn't thought twice about the financial toll it was going to take.

When Rachel pulled the door open she felt a gust of wind and instantly remembered she was in her nightie. The girl, Carol, a skinny brunette who along with her boyfriend had taken on a leadership role in the week's festivities offered Rachel a friendly smile. She'd glanced down at Rachel's nightie but politely offered no comment.

"Hey, sorry to drag you out of bed," Carol said never letting her eyes leave Rachel's face.

"It's okay, I was awake."

"Is Quinn awake. We're trying to get settled up with the caterer so we're collecting from everybody."

Rachel wanted to scream. They'd hired a caterer? What was the point of getting the kitchens if they were going to hire a caterer?

"Yeah?" She forced herself to ask hiding her annoyance.

"Yeah, she'll do breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day, with one big feast on Thanksgiving. It's two hundred dollars each."

Rachel almost swallowed her tongue. Two hundred dollars each? That would blow her whole spending budget for next month. She had to go wake up Quinn.

"Hold on, let me go wake her up." Rachel said smiling politely.

Quinn moaned when Rachel shook her. "What? It's early, come back to bed already." Quinn said her mind foggy with sleep.

"Quinn, Carol's here, she needs money for food." Rachel said trying hard to hold the girl's attention.

"There's money in my purse. If it's not enough put it on the credit card and we'll figure it out later. I want to sleep Rachel."

Rachel knew Quinn wasn't thinking straight. Quinn didn't make rash decisions. The smart move was to visit an ATM, awake Quinn would have done this. Sleepy Quinn wasn't interested in hearing the details.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the ATM?" Rachel coaxed.

"Pay her and come back to bed Rachel." Quinn moaned again.

Rachel sighed and dug Quinn's credit card out of her purse. She wanted to ignore Quinn's request but everybody was probably waiting on her. Against her better judgment she handed the card over to Carol. Quinn would surely regret this in a few hours but Rachel saw no other choice. She was unreasonable when she was tired and sleepy.

"Here you go, put it on this."

Carol didn't blink. She took the card shoved it in her back pocket and checked something off a clipboard. "I'll get it back to her when she wakes up. Thanks Rachel, I guess I'll leave you two to it."

Rachel would have laughed had her stomach not started to roll.

Quinn found Rachel with the other girls in one of the spare rooms talking about makeup. Rachel had woken up first but had stayed in bed with Quinn for about an hour watching TV before she finally got her day started. The next time Quinn seen her she was sweaty and sweet smelling, the hotel had a gym with an elliptical machine which Rachel had taken full advantage of. She showered and dressed then disappeared amongst the floor leaving Quinn alone.

Quinn realized when she emerged from the room that she was last one up. She'd been exhausted. She'd spent half her night trying hard to tease Rachel and sometime during the night she'd taken off her tank top. Rachel was on her best behavior most of the night but Quinn knew it was only because she'd leveled the playing field with her antics. Hopefully it was enough to tame Rachel into submission.

Rachel smiled at her when she walked into the room and stood up almost immediately. "Are you hungry? I put some breakfast away for you before the boys tore through it."

Breakfast sounded terrific. "Sure." She answered wondering why Rachel was being so nice. Was it some new plan of hers to break her down?

"Have a seat," Rachel said. Some of the girls were lingering in the living room chatting and watching Keeping up with the Kardashians. Others were in the bedroom and bathroom going through various morning beauty rituals. The whole room was a girl's paradise. The tables were sprawled with makeup, lotions, and hair care products. Every mirror held curling irons and straighteners and at least two girls getting ready for the day.

Quinn sat at the empty kitchen table, a small round thing that barely sat two people comfortably. Rachel moved around in the kitchen for minute or two, the sound of a microwave buzzing then binging filled the room. Quinn watched as Rachel fussed over her, getting everything just so with food and silverware before sitting it all down in front of her and leaving the room. Quinn sat almost dumbfounded by the behavior before Rachel returned with coffee. She finally smiled and walked back to the sofa. All eyes seemed to be watching her, not just Quinn. Rachel shrugged seemingly not bothered by the attention.

"What can I say, I'm from the Midwest. It's how we do things there. There's only one captain of a ship. I have no problem being her first mate."

Quinn would have laughed had she not seen that Rachel was using her New York actress face. She was lying, acting. Something must be wrong. She'd be sure to figure it out later.

"Rachel what were you thinking?" Quinn practically yelled. Well it would have been a yell if she weren't whispering it so her peers couldn't hear them.

"I tried to wake you Quinn. It was four hundred dollars. I don't have that kind of money lying around. And these kids don't even think about that kind of money." Rachel had spent all morning with the other girls and had learned that every last one of them was the daughter of a one percenter. Two hundred dollars was pocket change to them.

"I know but now my dad is calling me Rachel. He must have got a call from the credit card company."

Rachel knew that was to be expected but refused to accept full blame. She had tried to talk some sense into her, that should at least count for something. "Quinn it's only four hundred dollars. Your dad shouldn't be that angry."

Quinn shook her head. "Try thirty two hundred. Some of the kids had cash on them, others didn't and it was so early in the morning that nobody wanted to get out of bed. Only twelve people had the cash on them Rachel. There's twenty eight of us. The other sixteen people went on my credit card. My dad is going to kill me."

If Rachel swore she would have cursed. Quinn's father was an unreasonable man, he'd be angry at this. Rachel wanted to say something consoling but couldn't think of anything. It was strictly a losing battle.

"I'm sorry Quinn," she finally said softly. It was her only move, apologize.

Quinn did something totally unexpected however. She leaned into Rachel and embraced her in a hug. A long comforting hug that sent Rachel's pulse racing. "It's okay. I forgive you. I'll deal with my dad. Off topic I like your Midwestern girl routine."

Rachel gave her a glare. "Are you guilting me into waiting on you hand and foot all week?"

Quinn shook her head. "Hey it was YOUR idea. I'm just trying to keep YOU from looking like a liar, and if that means I have to get served all my meals by you so be it. I'll take one for the team."

Rachel gave her a playful shove and a gentle laugh. "I'm sure you'll suffer through it with clinched teeth."

Rachel woke up that next morning with Quinn's hand under her shirt. Last night she'd traded in her sexy nightie for tiny shorts and a loose fitting tee-shirt. It was more subtle but it lured Quinn into a false sense of security. The first night she'd turned the tables on her by beating Rachel at her own game, so last night Rachel switched gears. She spent half the night acting as if nothing were happening then as soon as Quinn was relaxed and calm she ever so gently brushed up against her and began to flirt. Something must have clicked in Quinn's head after that because she'd stayed super tense for the rest of the night. Point Rachel.

Rachel wasn't sure why but Quinn loved her stomach. She often caught the girl staring at it, and in the middle of the night she'd stroke it gently. She'd began looking for a way to use this to her advantage, to soften Quinn up to the idea of more happening between them but couldn't quite figure it out. Yet.

"Quinn are you awake?" Rachel asked.

Quinn moaned something unintelligible. She was half there. Awake enough to know what was going on but not so awake that she'd absolutely remember what was happening.

Rachel slid her own hand up under her shirt and met Quinn's hand resting upon her abdomen. She stroked the back of the girl's hand closing her eyes and doing her best to memorize every vein, knuckle and dimple. The girl's hand tensed but immediately relaxed again under Rachel's touch. Rachel let their fingers mingle and intertwine gently then opened her eyes.

"Quinn." She called out once again. Still nothing, not even a moan this time.

Rachel gripped the girl's hand and slid it slowly up her abdomen towards her chest. "Quinn." She tried again. Silence. She held her breath as both their hands lightly brushed against her breast. Quinn still didn't move or speak and Rachel found herself laughing. This was surely an insane thing to do. She pulled Quinn's hand away from her chest and rested it back on her abs. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Quinn thought again about the dream as she ate dinner that night. Last night she'd dreamt she'd felt Rachel up. The dream didn't freak her out, she'd woken up that morning feeling great. She was in a great mood and it had lasted all day. It was strange that a dream could make a person so happy, she understood it was her subconscious mind trying to tell her something although she wasn't sure what.

She knew Rachel wanted to be her girlfriend. Quinn knew she liked spending time with her, they had fun together. Had excellent sleep and cuddled together as if their bodies were made for one another. She wasn't sure what the dream was about but she knew she wasn't at all against the idea of feeling Rachel up in real life. The realization had come from out of nowhere but it was a reality. Rachel wanted to be her girlfriend and she wasn't sure how she felt about that but she knew she wasn't angry, or disgusted by it. She wanted to feel her up, wanted to hold her in her arms. That wasn't quite saying she wanted them to be going out, still it meant something, she just wasn't sure what.

Rachel cashed in her second night of peace, quiet and alone time with Quinn on the third night. The mood amongst the other kids was subdued. There was a lot less partying than Rachel expected it to be. Their were almost thirty kids around and almost all of them had worked themselves into a little routine. The boys spent most of their days playing video games drinking beer and smoking pot. The girls chatted and occasionally went out to the mall or on some other excursion. Rachel sometimes tagged along, other times she stayed at the hotel.

Earlier tonight Rachel had talked Quinn into taking her to see a movie. Quinn was in an unusually good mood. Her talk with her father had gone strangely well. Once she'd explained to him truthfully what was going on he eagerly told her to forget about the money. He said she should spread the word that he was picking up the tab for the catering. Quinn simply rolled her eyes and agreed. The kids who hadn't paid had tried to give her money anyway and Quinn had simply put it all in an envelope and labeled it 'emergency cash'. It was being used to tip maids, buy beer and pay for any other incidentals that came up. It had also financed Rachel and Quinn's movie night.

Rachel hadn't seen much of Jules and Dustin. Their fake romance had taken on a complete life of it's own. They'd had a big blow up over Dustin's constant need to have sex and he'd been banished to the bedroom of the spare room the boys used to play their endless video games. Quinn had laughed at the display and had even played peacemaker between the two. By the time their fake fight had been resolved all the girls were amazed at Jules ability to reign in the rowdy Dustin. His (false) reputation as a womanizer had preceded him and Rachel found herself wondering if the boy would ever simply come out of the closet.

The group didn't seem to actually mind each other's peculiar behaviors. One of the couples insisted on having sex with their hotel door room open. Another fought constantly over who was drinking too much. Both had spent nearly the entire time drunk so far. A girl named Elise that Rachel had met briefly at Yale had actually flew in a girl from California named Jenna. Jenna seemed to know almost all the kids from New York and when she'd changed out of her pleated black pants, silk shirt, and cardigan sweater and put on blue jeans, a bandanna and a New York Yankee's jersey none of the group batted an eye. Her and Elise were as affectionate as most of the other couples. The fact that they were lesbians wasn't mentioned at all. Nobody had mentioned Quinn and Rachel's situation either. It was just another thing. Rachel assumed they thought the two of them were actually a couple but nobody asked and neither her or Quinn tried to explain.

Quinn was setting the small round table with plates and silverware when Rachel turned the TV to the music only channel. She found some soft jazz station that Quinn immediately began to sway to and softened the volume just enough so it wouldn't becoming overbearing.

"You ready to eat?" Quinn asked.

Rachel shrugged. "Sure."

They were halfway through dinner when someone knocked on the door. Quinn gave Rachel a curious look and Rachel offered a shrug. Quinn was at the door and pulling it open when a boy Rachel only knew as Rick nearly pushed his way in.

"Rick I'm in the middle of something." Quinn said firmly. Rick shot Rachel a look of polite apology but didn't leave.

"Sorry Quinn, Rachel, I know you guys are doing another one of your romantic nights in but this couldn't wait."

Rachel's breath caught in her throat. Something was going wrong. It had to be.

Quinn didn't back down. "And it absolutely can't wait? Rachel and I don't get to see each other that much and I promised her a night in with no distractions."

Rick looked at Rachel with sympathy. "I'm sorry Rachel this is totally me." He turned his attention back to Quinn. "The thing you helped me with yesterday." He said.

Rachel had no idea what he was talking about but clearly Quinn did. "Yeah, tell me you didn't screw it up."

"No, just the opposite. My dad saw my name come across the AP wire. He just ran a piece about it on Evening America. A six minute segment about how the bill is going to revolutionize American small business. Your congressman friend, it's going to make him a star."

Rachel was still lost. Congressman friend? And Evening America was one of the most popular cable news shows in the country and it ran on the most powerful cable news channel in the World. Wicks News Network. She suddenly found herself wondering who Rick's father was. The host of Evening America was Mitchell Grant. Was Rick his son?

"That's great Rick. I'm excited for you. I knew all you needed to do was prove yourself to your father. Once he sees you're a serious journalist it's impossible for him not to give you that internship. This is going to erase the stink of nepotism. He can hold it up to anyone who ever questions it."

"Did your dad not want you being a reporter Rick?" Rachel asked.

Rich shook his head. "No he wanted me in the front office. My brother is set to inherit the big chair but he wanted me at his side. Family business, birthright. That whole thing."

Quinn shrugged. "If you're going to inherit a news channel it's only fitting that one of the Wick kids know how to break a news story Rick. You make the case to your father that if you actually learn the news business from the ground up it'll balance out your brother's business sense. Yin and Yang. This year an internship in print media, next year a television internship."

Rachel watched in awe as Quinn handled her friend as if he were some school project she were working on. A few well placed words, encouragement and direction. This boy Rick seemed to have followed her advice and things had gone extremely well for him. And the legend of Quinn Fabray grew.

"I just wanted to let you know, so next time you talk to your congressman friend tell him this was good. Traction on his bill will immediately start to pick up steam."

Quinn nodded as if none of it made a bit of difference to her. Rachel had always admired her ability to look unfazed by everything. "I will, now goodnight Rick. I have promises to keep."

She gave Rick a light shove towards the door and a flash of her winning smile then shut the door behind him. Once Rick was gone she walked over to the small coffee table near the sofa and picked up her cell phone.

"Dammit," she said to herself. "I let my phone die." She began to shake her head. "Stupid Quinn, very stupid." She gave Rachel a look. "I know we're eating dinner but can I check my messages with your phone."

Rachel nodded. Her phone had been turned off for days. "Go ahead, it's in the bedroom."

Quinn disappeared into the hotel suite's bedroom and Rachel heard her fumbling around. "I got Rick an interview with Burt Hummell the other day. He needed something that would get his father's attention so we came up with an idea for a story about the most important bill for middle America that nobody is talking about. We used Mr. Hummell's bill because I knew Kurt and he agreed to give Rick a few minutes for an interview. He used Yale's resources to get it out on the AP Wire and his dad apparently saw it." She fumbled around some more. "Hey Rachel, your mailbox is full of messages."

"Ignore them." Rachel said eagerly. She wasn't about to let questions about her and Finn ruin her week.

"Wow." Quinn said a few minutes later as she stepped out of the bedroom. "Everybody is looking for you Rachel. Finn, Tina, Kurt, even Santana."

Rachel wasn't interested in talking to any of them. She'd spent a few minutes with her fathers on the phone a few hours ago and knew they were both okay. Nothing any of her friends wanted could be that pressing and important. Questions about her and Finn most likely.

"I spoke to Kurt earlier and he asked me if I'd spoken to you and I lied because we hadn't talked about what we were going to tell people. But it seems everybody has worked themselves up into a frenzy looking for you. They think you're sulking alone in New York crying over Finn."

"It's nothing." Rachel said doing her best Quinn impersonation.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Quinn asked.

"Can't we just eat. We can talk about this tomorrow."

Quinn gave her a skeptical glance but didn't press the issue. She never pressed the issue. She'd bring it up later and try to ease it out of her but Rachel knew she'd bought herself some time. She'd just have to keep Quinn distracted tonight. That shouldn't be too difficult she figured.

Quinn woke the next day with Rachel's head lying across her chest. She'd dressed in another of her sexy nightgowns again, and once again resorted to bending, leaning and teasing. Quinn didn't have the heart to fight back with her own sexy shenanigans. She'd simply gave in and let Rachel have her fun.

She wasn't sure what Rachel's ultimate objective was but last night she'd given Quinn a playful eyeful while she changed out of her clothes. She was in her flimsy nightie by 8:30. A sheer black thing that almost showed nipple and barely covered her ass cheeks. Rachel hadn't bothered to go to the bathroom to change last night. One minute they'd been talking about Wendy's music video for her song 'Two faced bitch', and the next Rachel was getting naked and changing her clothes. She hadn't lost eye contact with Quinn while she did so and Quinn was sure she'd seen the girl smile.

Quinn had returned the favor, although she hadn't gone topless like Rachel had, she'd changed in full sight of the girl and waited for her to say or do something that would explain this sudden forward progress in their friendship. She considered simply asking Rachel what was going on but her pride wouldn't let her. Any questions would surely come off as cowardice and Quinn wasn't about to do that to herself.

"Rachel," Quinn called out lightly. "Rachel wake up."

Rachel squirmed on top of her but didn't wake up. A wisp of her hair spread gently across Quinn's face and she brushed it off lightly catching sight of Rachel's sleeping face. She was smiling this morning. Whatever she was dreaming about was making her happy and Quinn wondered what sort of things Rachel dreamed of. Broadway? Stardom? Her?

She ran a hand through the girl's hair and Rachel moaned beneath her. "Hmm," she said greedily. "I like that."

Eager to satisfy Quinn continued, lightly brushing her hand across the girl's scalp. Rachel's hand was draped across Quinn's chest, resting at her side. Her arm suddenly came to life and began to slowly stroke Quinn's rib cage.

Quinn stroked Rachel's hair and closed her eyes as the girl's hand explored her own body. Rachel's touch was soft, gentle and teasing. She toyed with Quinn's side for a moment before lightly brushing the side of her breasts.

Quinn held her breath as Rachel's hand lingered near her breast then slowly pulled away. Quinn finally let out a breath but it caught again when the girl's hand slipped beneath her tee-shirt.

"Open your eyes." She heard Rachel say and it was only then that she realized Rachel wasn't asleep. She was awake, fully aware of what she was doing, of where this was going.

Quinn did as she was told and Rachel looked her right in the eyes. "Don't freak out," Rachel demanded.

"Why would I freak out?" Quinn said doing her best to stay strong. She was on the verge of freaking out. What was going on?

"Because." Rachel said leaning into her and pressing their lips together. Quinn didn't realize it but she welcomed the kiss like a kid welcomed December 25th. When she closed her eyes again she saw fireworks in her head.

I was planning on making Thanksgiving one chapter but it would have been extremely long so I split it up into two. I know it ends on a cliffhanger of sorts but I couldn't help myself. I've always wanted to do it and the time hasn't been right until now. So forgive me while I scratch something off my bucket list and enjoy this chapter because more is coming soon! Thanks for reading and reviewing.