A/N: First off... no editing at all. I'm sorry. I know a few of you have offered to beta for me, but when I don't get to finishing a chapter until it is time to post... that makes it a little difficult. I appreciate the offers but it's not practical with my current schedule. Maybe eventually. But until then... sorry to all of my readers who are put off by the occasional spelling/grammar issues. It also doesn't help when auto-correct corrects your errors with an error as well.

This chapter is... lots more of everything. More exploration. More conversation. More fear. More acceptance. More... yeah. I'm really tired at this point and can't think of anything else to say. If I have missed your questions, just ask again and I will try and answer them when I can keep my eyes open. (That's another reason why these chapters have been posted hours earlier than usual. Work is kicking my ass)

Thank you for everyone who reads and reviews. I am so, so, so, so glad that you are enjoying this. There will be those heart wrenching moments, but I still give you the fluff too. And just as a warning, when school starts for Quinn and Rachel, things aren't ideal. That's when the drama hits. Hope you enjoy.

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The girl's passionate interactions before confessing their feelings was that of curiosity, doing what seemed right with their hidden emotions pushing boundaries softly. Kisses and occasional light nips on their necks, bodies pressing together but nothing more. The girl's passionate interactions after confessing their joint feelings were unchecked by fear.

After attempting to expand their proposal list for the glee club, they had found themselves in a new, compromising, yet enticing position. Rachel was sitting on top of her desk, hands wrapped in Quinn's hair and lightly grazing the skin of her neck, while the blonde was standing between Rachel's legs which were riding up her hips as her hands drifted underneath the back of the diva's tee shirt.

"Your dads do knock, right?" Quinn asked as she removed her kiss swollen lips from Rachel's and moved them to her neck as her hands drifted to the brunette's torso, running the backs of her fingers over the heated skin before returning them to the small of her back.

Rachel was loosing it. She and Finn had moments when she considered if she was ready or not to move to that next step in their relationship, but she never did. And her and Noah had been somewhat close but it just hadn't felt right. Right now though, all she could think of was what it would feel like for Quinn to touch her in her most intimate places... to be inside her. "They'll knock." She stated, pulling the blonde's hips closer by tightening her grip with her long legs.

Quinn grunted as she fell forward slightly, unable to keep her balance as the edge of the desk kept her legs in place as Rachel pulled her upper body closer. "Eager?" She teased as she lifted her left hand to Rachel's neck, her thumb turning her chin so she could have more access to tease with hot kisses and licks on her neck.

The diva's hips bucked into her. She didn't have control anymore. Quinn could do whatever she wanted with her and she wouldn't put up an argument. She could take the one thing Rachel valued above all else and then walk out the door and Rachel would still be happy. The blonde smirked at Rachel's reaction to her question, knowing what control she had now, and that knowledge turned her on more than anything.

She slowed her kisses, making them longer and more sensual as the ascended her neck, setting a new pace. "Have you ever been this close?" Quinn whispered in her ear, panting a few slow breaths against it as Rachel shut her eyes, clutching the side of Quinn's shirt until her knuckles were white. "Have you ever been this close to just letting go?"

Rachel shook her head as she unconsciously rocked against Quinn who only smiled deeper at the action.

"I wont do that to you... yet." The blonde continued to whisper, pushing Rachel further towards her edge. "That's special. But there are so many other things I want to do to you." The diva's mouth feel open and she gasped quickly and Quinn had to suppress her moan at the sexiness of it all. "I want to feel you." The cheerleader confessed, inching her hand down from Rachel's neck towards her chest, dragging her fingertips lightly over her collarbone and purposefully grazing the hardening nipple with the palm of her hand before she suddenly halted her actions. "What do you want though?"

Rachel swallowed hard, still unable to open her eyes. She couldn't figure out what was more surprising, how she was so willingly reacting to Quinn or how unbelievably and overtly sexual the blonde was being. You would have never guessed that this Quinn was known as a good little Christian girl.

"Hmm?" Quinn asked again, pressing her lips against the brunette's ear again and flicking her earlobe with her tongue. "What do you want?"

"Touch me."

Quinn moved her mouth bit down on Rachel's neck as she firmly closed her hand around Rachel's breast. The diva moaned as Quinn's other hand cupped her vacant breast and ran her thumbs over the erect nipples underneath the layers of fabric. Her hips bucked against Quinn's again. Suddenly the hands were gone and then back again as the blonde slipped them under Rachel's shirt and bra. Both girls gasped at the feel of skin on skin as Quinn's fingers played with the rock hard nipples.

"Hey, Rach?"

"Fuck." Both girls whispered as they separated and straightened their clothing after hearing the knock on the door and Mark's familiar voice behind it.

"Yes, Daddy?" Rachel asked, hopping off her desk and moving to open the door as Quinn tried to look busy by staring contently at the stacks of sheet music, ignoring the man's presence.

"Your father and I were wondering if you two would be up for having lunch with us at Breadsticks this afternoon. If you're not to busy doing whatever it is you two are doing while locked away up here." He asked leaning against the door way. Rachel didn't think he knew but still had a moment of doubt.

"We were just debating which musical selections would be the most easily accepted by Mr. Schuester knowing his controlling manner is not easily swayed."

Mark looked over to Quinn to was peeking over her shoulder. She raised a piece of sheet music and smiled weakly. "It's all Broadway."

The man huffed a laugh and stood up straight. "Would you expect anything else?" Rachel's jaw dropped and she pouted at the comment, earning her a roll of the eyes from her father. "Well, just let me know if you need a break and want to go with us. We're leaving in an hour."

Rachel let out a long breath as she shut the door and pressed her back against it to look at Quinn across the room. "Perhaps we should go with them."

Quinn pulled her head back as she turned around. "Why? I mean, they're nice and everything. I'm not saying I don't enjoy being around them. I'm just asking why it would be best if we went instead of staying." Rachel smiled at the blonde's impulsive self-correction, noticing how offensive it might have come off and fixing it before Rachel would be offended. Quinn really was showing another side around her, more and more every day.

"Because you just had your hands up my shirt. Can you imagine what we might end up doing while being fully aware of the fact that neither of my fathers are home?" Quinn curled her lips between her teeth to try and limit her smile. She knew. And while she really wanted to see if they could get there, she had no clue what to do. I mean, she could figure it out. It's pretty straight forward, but that was a big thing to just rush into over lunch. But instead of admitting that, she was going to have some fun with the diva first.

Quinn took a few slow steps towards Rachel who had stood up from her place against the door. "But you said I could touch you. You even told me that you wanted me to touch you." The blonde stated in a low seductive voice as she gently ran her fingertips up Rachel's sides and placed a light kiss just below her ear.

"I d-did. I have no issues with that form of exploration. H-h-however." She faltered as Quinn's fingers worked their way back down, this time pulling up Rachel's shirt with them as the grazed her bare skin. The brunette cleared her throat. "However... I do fear what may come after... after... um..." She had completely lost her train of thought, realizing somehow she was now back against the door with Quinn's hands lifting her bra to expose her breasts.

The blonde smirked as the verbose diva faded in her protest and now stood silently, looking down at Quinn's fingers as they teasingly traced lines around the underside of the fleshy mounds. "We still have an hour before they leave." Quinn stated as Rachel dropped her head back against the door, closing her eyes to try and regain as much control as she could only to lose it again as Quinn moved her thumbs to brush over her nipples again. "Maybe we could just let them know then."

She watched closely as Rachel swallowed and nodded her head frantically. She had never been so turned on as she was now, knowing that with just these light touches, this girl was hers again to do with as she pleased. It was control like she had always had, but now it was consented. It made it so much sweeter. After realizing that Rachel wasn't going to protest, Quinn dropped her eyes down to her fingers, watching as she worked over every centimeter of skin available. The skin was so soft and warm... Quinn couldn't even stop herself when she realized what she was doing and bent down, taking a nipple in her mouth.

"Oh, God." The brunette moaned as one hand came up to the back of Quinn's head and the other pressed against the door frame for support as her knees went weak.

Quinn swirled her tongue around the pink bud before she released it and looked up towards the diva's scrunched face. "Is this okay?"

"Yes." Was the answer that came before Quinn could even finish the question. The blonde smiled devilishly and did the same to the other as Rachel shifted her weight between her legs, feeling just how aroused she was. "Okay, maybe not."

Quinn stood and dropped her hands quickly, fearing she had done something wrong. "I'm sorry."

"No. No. You're fine. I just..." The diva blushed as she straightened her top. "I've never gotten that far before and while it was immensely enjoyable..." She didn't even know how to finish that sentence. Judging by the blush on Quinn's face, the cheerleader wasn't going to pressure her to either. Neither girl could look the other in the eye. This was how it worked. They would lose themselves and then be thrown back into the awkwardness of reality. What the hell were they doing? They had tolerated each other for only weeks, been friends for only days, and here they were doing things like that. Quinn wouldn't have had the guts to do that with anyone else even if in a long term relationship, clearly neither would Rachel.

Rachel was feeling the awkwardness as well. It was a challenge to want to do something while knowing that you didn't really have the basic foundation that would typically lead to it. The things that come first... the hand holding, hugs, cuddling... those were the things she knew or at least thought she knew Quinn would shy away from, being too emotionally intimate.

"I'm sorry." She finally said and Quinn's head popped up.

"Why are you sorry? I was the one that..." She motioned her hand to Rachel's chest, unable to actually say what she had done. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me."

The diva shook her head and reflexively grabbed Quinn's hand, taking a step closer to her. "No. You asked and I said it was fine. I just..." She looked down at their conjoined hands that the blonde had yet to pull away from. "I want you to have this week to explore, but at the same time... this just feels really fast... making anything real that might come afterward a little more difficult."

"So..." Quinn began, looking down as Rachel played with her fingers. It was weird, because she didn't really care. "Place a limit and I'll stay within it."

"But this week is-"

"For figuring out if I can get comfortable enough with this to risk everything else for it." Rachel bit her lips, never really having told Quinn that before. "If this was a real relationship, there would still be limits. I don't want you to lower your standards just because you're afraid I'm too shallow to take that jump."

"Quinn, I don't think you are at all that-"

"But I am." The blonde cut her off. "I am shallow and weak enough to allow other's to dictate my decisions and therefore my happiness just to stay in their good graces and keep my reputation."

Both girls continued to stare at their hands as the other two joined the already conjoined pair. "You're not weak. You have gained your strength in steps, that's all. I mean, you willing met my parents while trying to help me, knowing that they probably had issues with you. You stood up to Santana when you found out about her harassing texts. You even stood up to Mr. Matthews to get me my job back. Those aren't the actions of someone who is weak."

Quinn had never thought about those things like that before. She was always shocked by her actions but quickly thought of the social consequences. Then again... she still went through with them all. "So, maybe I'm not as weak as I thought, but I'm still not strong enough to stand like this with you outside of your bedroom."

"Again, that's not weakness. That's self-preservation. I know from watching Kurt and hearing stories from my fathers and some of their friends that coming out and being out are very difficult things to do. It's normal and not at all an indication of weakness to feel scared."

"Why are you so sweet to me? I haven't done anything to deserve this from you."

Rachel smiled faintly. "I beg to differ. If you think back to the beginning of our work experience together, I was just as short and confrontational as you were. It was only after you started being sweet to me that I was sweet to you."

Quinn lifted her head up, displaying a dropped brow and a confused expression. "How was I sweet to you?"

"You helped me with my wardrobe. You helped me with Santana and Mr. Matthews. You've been very sweet to me."

The blonde smiled weakly as she let the information set in. "Is it weird that my steps of strength all involve you?"

"I don't really think so... not with what we've been experimenting with anyway. I think they actually explain quite a bit." Perhaps they did. Quinn had thought that she had helped Rachel out of guilt, but did she really need to go to that extreme of lengths to help her out with her wardrobe. Couldn't a few fashion magazines during down time at the shop work too? Did she really have to sacrifice herself to Santana over a few texts? She could have just told Rachel to ignore them and that it would eventually stop. Maybe there had been more too it that she was just refusing to admit to herself.

Quinn shook her head. "No. You see this." She lifted their hands up. "This is okay... here. In your bedroom with your door shut. It's amazing actually. But whenever I think about someone else finding out about it or seeing it, I freak." Rachel frowned. "Not because it's you. I don't care that it's you. It's because you're a girl and I know what's coming."

The diva nodded her head. "This week is for you to decide which one wins. This amazing thing or what you know is coming."

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The pair did end up going to Breadsticks with Rachel's dads. Quinn spent the time before their food came, looking around from her seat in their booth. She wasn't embarrassed to be seen with Rachel or the diva's fathers, she was more caught up in the handful or reactions the two men were receiving as they held hands.

"So you always get those looks?" She asked, looking at the men.

The shorter man nodded. "It is a common occurrence. But you learn to ignore it after a while."

"How? It would drive me insane to have all those eyes on me."

Mark laughed lightly. "I thought you were the head cheerleader and 'it girl' of McKinley. Are you saying that you don't already have all eyes on you?" Quinn shrank slightly in her seat next to Rachel. "Or are you referring to their disapproving eyes?"

Bryan read her answer in her dropped eyes. "It comes down to one simple thing Quinn. I love him. He is worth more to me than their stares. He makes me happy while they... they will always find something about me that makes them unhappy."

The tall dark skinned man nodded his head curtly. "If it's not one thing, I will be another. Pick and choose which ones you want in life. Happiness by your terms or theirs. You'll have to deal with it yourself eventually. Whether it's over the specific guy you fall in love with; his status, wealth, future... or maybe a choice of colleges you want to attend that another doesn't particularly care for."

Quinn had never really thought of those other things. There really were a lot of moments in life for her to look forward to where she was going to have to disappoint someone or change what she wanted to do in order to cater to their needs.

"They way I look at it all though," Bryan started to explain as he lowered her voice and looked around the restaurant. "For every pair of eyes on us with frowns below them, there are two or three who simply don't care." Quinn looked around again and he was right. While her attention had been so focused on how many didn't approve, she had never noticed how many just let them be without feeling the need to express their opinions one way or another. "If they don't like us being together, at least they keep it to themselves. I can live with that. They aren't trying to be hurtful or disrespectful."

Quinn let what they said sink in as the waitress brought them their meals. It was all true. She was going to deal with many moments in her life where she would have to decide whose happiness meant more, knowing that it wouldn't always be hers either. If anything was comforting about the discussion, it was when Bryan pointed out that yeah, some people don't like homosexuality and will broadcast their opinions, but so many more wont. Perhaps it was that understanding more than anything that had happened over the last few days that encouraged Quinn to take Rachel's hand under the table and hold it through the remainder of the meal.