Ninth Installment. Quinn Fabray has never been the one to back down; she's fought her way up in a company with this very determination. Suddenly a new secretary has her weak in the knees and second guessing her every move; but Quinn must stay true to her nature. What she wants she means to get; and she wants Rachel Berry.
Professions - Dictation - Business Woman/Secretary
This installment turned out a bit shorter than most; but it's done on time and I can honestly say I didn't feel I was rushing at the end.
Dictation
She sipped her coffee as she waited for her favorite time of the day. Miss Fabray was always the first one into the office; that played a large role in how she'd gotten to where she was now. Company loyalty, however, had little to do with her daily routine these days. True, she was still ambitious and dedicated, tenacious to a fault some may say, but something else brought her to her office hours before necessary every business day. The blonde watched the elevators, waiting for the numbers to change, indicating someone was on their way up to the top floor; the blonde positioned herself at her door and listened for the chime of the elevator.
A soft, sweet voice filled the empty floor as lights began to flicker to life in various rooms. Quinn closed her eyes as the song became louder.
"Miss Fabray," the brunette sputtered as Quinn exited her office. "I didn't realize you would be here so early."
Until today the CRO had only waited and listened to her CMO's secretary each morning, watching her from the windows of her office.
"I thought I'd come in early," she lied. "Have to keep impressing Figgins if I want to stay on top."
Miss Berry nodded; her cheeks were turning pink and Quinn wanted to assure her that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
"You have a lovely voice, Miss Berry," she managed over the lump in her throat, which always seemed to develop whenever the brunette was around.
Rachel shook her head and blushed more. "You don't have to say that."
"It's not flattery; I was only stating a fact." Quinn shrugged. "Are you always this early?"
"As often as I can be," the girl answered.
Of course, Miss Fabray already knew the, answer but she suddenly felt transparent; as though the secretary could see right through her ruse.
"Angling for a promotion?" Quinn asked.
"No," Rachel answered quickly. "I've always been an early riser and sometimes it takes me quite a while to make sense—sort through Mr. Hudson's notes."
The brunette looked instantly sheepish and cleared her throat.
"I've always had trouble reading Finn's handwriting," Quinn offered. "I don't envy you having to sort through it every day."
Rachel smiled and the blonde felt her own cheeks warming under the girl's suede brown gaze; it was her turn to clear her throat.
"I suppose I should let you get to it." She sighed.
"Oh," the secretary stammered. "Of course."
Miss Fabray turned quickly and returned to her office, drawing the blinds behind her before sitting and resting her head on her desk. Idiot, she chastised herself. She'd faced down angry union reps for FFF, she'd smooth talked away negative PR, not to mention the day to day fight to prove herself as the only woman this high up in the company, but when it came to the petite woman sitting at a desk only feet away from her every day, the blonde felt powerless. From the day Finn Hudson hired his new assistant, Miss Berry had an unshakable hold on Quinn; she'd been fascinated with the brunette the moment she saw her. Quinn had always gone after whatever and whoever she wanted, but Rachel was different, and the usually confidant woman found herself second guessing every instinct she had.
Quinn sprang upright when the room suddenly went dark.
"Oh, sorry Quinn," her secretary squeaked. "I thought you were napping.
"I don't nap at the office, Brittany," she corrected.
"But," the bubbly blonde paused, "okay. Do you want me to make some coffee?"
Quinn smiled and shook her head. "That won't be necessary, thank you. Just review my schedule for me please. I don't want to miss any meetings."
The other blonde nodded and backed out of the room. Quinn knew her agenda for today, but she wanted a little more time to collect herself. First up today was a meeting with their president and CEO; most likely another routine peep talk about lowering costs and streamlining productivity. Corporate synergy, yada yada. Then there would be the usual weekly meeting with her second in command, Miss Wilde. The rest of the day would be a haze of paperwork and, if she were completely honest, glancing through her office window at Miss Berry.
Rachel squinted down at Mr. Hudson's notes as she tried to decipher what he meant by 'rocket space alien foam future'. The elevator chimed and the brunette waved cheerfully to Brittany as she skipped into the room. Mrs. Pierce-Lopez bypassed her boss's office and leaned over Rachel's desk.
"Guess what," the blonde demanded excitedly.
"Before I guess, can you help me translate this?" she bargained.
The girl scanned the paper quickly. "Futuristic space theme."
Miss Berry smiled and shook her head. "How do you do that?"
"It's easy," Brittany shrugged, "Lord Tubbington thinks the exact same way. Now guess what."
"Hhhmmm," the brunette mused. "the ducks are back at the city park?"
"No," the blonde shook her head, looking slightly sad.
"It's still pretty early." Rachel shrugged. "They'll be back soon."
"I hope so," the girl sighed. "Last year I missed it and they were grumpy with me the rest of the year. Guess again."
"I don't know." She shrugged again.
"We have someone to set you up with!" Brittany giggled excitedly.
"Brittany." Rachel groaned.
"I picked this time," the blonde said. "Not San."
"I told you," the brunette sighed, "I already have someone I like."
"But you won't say who it is so San says it doesn't count," her coworker replied.
Rachel simply rolled her eyes and shook her head. The blonde stood in front of her pouting, but eventually she shrugged and said they could talk about it later. The brunette did her best to look happy as her friend returned to her own desk. She watched as the girl stepped into Miss Fabray's office and blushed. She couldn't believe the CRO of the entire company had overheard her singing—she was mortified. Rachel hadn't even properly warmed up her voice and it wasn't even a song she particularly liked; just a jingle from the radio that was stuck in her head. It was bad enough that Brittany was the only coworker that had really befriended her; now she'd embarrassed herself in front of Quinn.
"Are yesterday's noted typed up yet, Rachel?" Mr. Hudson asked as her breezed past her, slightly late as usual.
"I'm nearly done with them, Mr. Hudson," she responded as she typed faster.
"Hey, I told you, you can call me Finn," he reminded her as he came back out of his office and leaned against her desk.
"I keep forgetting," the brunette said shyly.
"That's okay." Finn shrugged.
"Hey, Mr. F, wanna run down to Caffè for breakfast?" Ryder asked as he joined them.
"Sounds good." Her boss smiled.
"Mr.—Finn," Rachel interjected. "You do that early meeting with Mr. Figgins."
"Aww crap, am I late?" he asked nervously.
"No, sir, you still have half an hour," she assured him.
The CMO let out a sigh of relief and gave the boy a lopsided smile. "Guess we'll just have to go after the meeting."
"No problem." Ryder shrugged. "I probably should be looking over the samples they sent you anyway."
Mr. Hudson nodded and turned back to Rachel. "Can you print out the notes when you're done?"
"Already finished." The brunette smiled as she handed them over.
"You're the best," he said happily. "Do you remember the idea Ryder and I brainstormed yesterday? They should be in here somewhere."
"Futuristic Space Theme for the new memory foam recliners." Miss Berry nodded. "I highlighted the ad themes so they would be easily referenced."
"You're the best," he repeated as he patted her hand. "What did you think of it?"
Rachel blushed and looked down at her hands. "Oh, I don't know, Mr. Hudson; you're the ad expert."
"Well, I like a girl's opinion sometimes," Finn insisted excitedly.
"Well, it makes sense," she commented, "People are advertising memory foam that way a lot."
He furrowed his brows a little and the secretary hurried to clarify.
"It's really going to come down to the visuals, of course; that's what will make it stand out," Rachel smoothed over.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "you can't really see what I have planned from the notes. I figure there's a rocket taking off and the astronaut lands on the moon so it has this exploration feel then he goes into the bio-dome and it's like a futuristic apartment and takes his helmet off and sits in the recliner. Then he says the new slogan."
"Out of this world comfort to make you feel totally at home," she recited.
"Exactly!" he cheered. "So what do you think?"
"It's retro." Rachel nodded. "Like a throw back to the commercials that were popular around the moon landing."
Mr. Hudson looked slightly taken a back. "I guess so."
"But that's in now, right?" the brunette once again tried to clear her intentions up.
Finn shrugged.
"Maybe you should get your woman's perspective from Brittany or Miss Fabray," she offered. "My forte is really more in the musical and whimsical esthetic."
"Yeah," Mr. Hudson chuckled, "I guess I should head to the meeting."
"I'm sure Mr. Figgins will like it." Rachel smiled.
Her boss gave her a quick wink before jogging to catch up with the CRO, who was already at the elevator. Rachel sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose; was the whole day going to be like this—her making a fool of herself over and over again? She had an idea for the entire new line of products, perhaps one better than men watching football in space, but she was only a secretary and she feared overstepping her boundaries. It was exactly what had caused her to leave her last job. Bosses, in general, do not like competition, and the ones she'd had before we're less than willing to listen. Still, Mr. Hudson seemed nice, but she wanted to build a little more rapport with him before taking that leap.
Brittany was looking at her expectantly and the brunette realized she needed to look busy if she was going to avoid talking about the blind date her friend wanted to set her up on.
"Next season's pitch will have to wait, Mr. Hudson; there is a much more pressing matter at hand." Mr. Figgins said gravely. "Do to the recent scandal at the Lima Ohio factory with Miss Sylvester being accused of breaking child labor laws, I see the necessity to appoint a Chief Quality Officer."
Everyone nodded and Quinn raised her hand. "I haven't received paperwork on Miss Sylvester's termination or severance."
"Oh, goodness no," their president gasped. "The allegations have yet to be proven. The Lima factory, under her leadership, is Figgins Family Furniture's most productive asset. This is simply a precaution to help the company avoid such slander in the future."
Quinn nodded and leaned back against her chair; it wasn't surprising that the whole situation was being swept under the rug. Their Ohio factory was their largest producer and Miss Fabray had met Miss Sylvester before. She wouldn't be surprised if the accusations were true, but it wasn't going to matter in the grand scheme of things.
"The profits from Sylvester's factory alone will easily support a CQO position," the Chief Accounting Officer chimed in.
"I'm expecting those of you who believe you know an employee here who would fit the bill to bring their files to me at Wednesday's meeting," their president announced. "I would like to have this business settled by next week."
Quinn smiled; she had someone in mind that would be perfect for the position; she might even be able to give Sue Sylvester a run for her money and keep her in line. Her hazel eyes scanned the men around the table. Most likely they all had underlings of their own in mind, but none of them would measure up to Kitty. The girl was ruthless. It would be nice to not be the only woman at the table in these meetings as well.
Quinn lingered in the hall after the meeting; you could learn so much more from the men's banter after the meeting than what they actually said in front of the CEO. The blonde sipped her water and remained silent as the boys bickered over whose worker would suit the new title best.
"Abrams is good with numbers," the CAO posed. "And after all, that's always going to be Figgins biggest concern."
"Mr. Figgins is expecting this to smooth over appearances," the CBO countered. "Evans looks like a professional. He's practically a poster child for honesty and values."
"I agree," the CDO chuckled. "If only we were Figgins Family Fish-products. He can't hold a candle to St. James."
"Who's your money on, Hudson?" one of them asked.
"Ryder." Finn beamed.
"And you, Miss Fabray?" They inquired.
"I hadn't thought about it," she lied smoothly.
They might treat her differently, but they all knew better than to underestimate her by now. Quinn knew they didn't believe her and she also knew playing it closed lipped would torture them. It was, after all, her they were most concerned about. Any employee they wanted to suggest was easily accessible to her. She had their files, their records, and every grievance they'd committed since starting at FFF. Some of their ideas were good candidates, but in the end, Quinn would hold the most power. If Figgins was in the mood to listen to her. They wouldn't be sharing anymore gossip now; Miss Fabray smiled and excused herself.
Mr. Hudson caught up to her at the elevator. "Come on, I know you've got someone in mind."
"Of course I do." Quinn smiled. "Everyone does."
"So," he prodded, "who is it?"
The blonde waited until they were on the elevator before answering. "Miss Wilde."
"Kitty," Finn grumbled. "Why?"
"Because she's right for the job," she responded. "More suitable than Ryder."
Mr. Hudson frowned at her. "He could be great for it."
"Honestly, Finn?" Quinn sighed. "He's your buddy. The title is the only reason you want him to have the position."
"I think you just want Kitty because you want another woman in the board room," he accused.
"And I thought you were grooming Lynn to take your place when you retired," she pointed out. "Kitty may be a woman, like me, but last I checked, having a woman in the boardroom didn't ruin the company last time."
"I still say this is some girl power thing," Mr. Hudson commented.
"I still say that Ryder is in no way capable of that much responsibility," Miss Fabray countered.
As they stepped onto their floor, Miss Berry instantly caught her eye, as always, and an idea suddenly sprang to mind. Finn was still brooding as they walked towards the coffee machine.
"How about we make this more interesting?" Quinn suggested.
"Huh?" he mumbled as he filled his mug.
"You're always betting on little things around the office," she began.
"And you're always saying it's stupid." He nodded.
"Well, maybe I'm in the mood now that the stakes are actually interesting." The blonde shrugged.
Finn smiled. "Maybe you're into it because you've got everyone's files."
She batted her hazel eyes. "Well obviously if we're betting then I won't be using information from Mr. Lynn's record. Which is probably the only way he can contend against most of the competition."
Mr. Hudson seemed to be thinking her proposal over and she arched an eyebrow at him.
"So how much you wanna bet?" he asked, "$50, $100?"
"Don't be so boring." Quinn laughed. "I don't want to bet money."
"Then what?" Finn asked, looking utterly confused. "Bragging rights? Cars? Offices?"
"Please, I have better of all those things," she teased.
"Then what?" he repeated.
"Secretaries," the CRO said casually. "You're always going on about what a prize Miss Berry is."
The CMO furrowed his brows and looked at his secretary; it was obvious he didn't like the risk. Rumor had it he was flirting pretty openly with the brunette, but most of the men chased the secretaries and Rachel didn't seem to be encouraging him. Quinn was beginning to wonder if he would accept the bet or not when she caught sight of Ryder.
"Then again," she mused a little louder than necessary, "if you don't think Ryder really has a chance..."
"You're on," Finn announced, holding out his hand.
Miss Fabray shook his hand firmly and smiled. "Then it's a bet."
"No song today?" Miss Fabray startled her by saying.
Rachel blushed. "I thought you might be here early again."
She imagined the blonde looked disappointed, but the brunette couldn't really believe that was the case.
"You shouldn't let that stop you," Quinn commented.
Miss Berry blushed and looked away; if she didn't know better, she might think Miss Fabray was flirting with her. She turned her head towards her desk; she should begin working, but she really didn't feel like it today. The office was empty and her crush was speaking to her for the second time in a week. Even if she knew nothing would really come of it, she wanted to linger.
"I suppose I could resume humming when I come into work for the time being," Rachel teased. "Until I work up the courage to sing again."
"I don't see why you would be afraid to in the first place." Quinn smiled.
"Everyone's gossiping about a new position opening up in the company," the brunette dodged the question.
"Yes." The blonde nodded. "Why? Are you interested?"
"No, not really." Rachel shrugged. "I'm honestly hoping to one day..."
She stopped short and blushed again.
"To what?" Miss Fabray asked; her hazel eyes seemed to pierce right through her and Rachel shook her head.
"Well, I was hoping to move up in marketing in time," she admitted.
"There's no reason you can't." The woman smiled.
"There aren't any women in the department." Miss Berry sighed. "I'm not sure if that is because none have taken interest or if..."
"It's an all-boys club?" Quinn finished for her.
Rachel studied the blonde; Miss Fabray was so glamorous. She always managed to look feminine and yet still fit in flawlessly with the suits and ties around her. The brunette tried, she knew you had to dress for the job you want, but she never felt she was getting it just right. When she had first started, people had joked that she looked like she stepped straight out of the 50's and it had been an uphill battle from there trying to fit in. Rachel couldn't exactly afford to buy the kind of clothes Miss Fabray had, but it didn't matter; she'd tried outfits like them on and they didn't have the same effect on her. Then again, in the brunette's opinion, Quinn was one of a kind. She'd realized that the first time she laid eyes on her.
"There's no reason that should stop you," Quinn said, jolting her back to attention. "If you want in, you have to force your way in like I did."
Rachel smiled. "I suppose you're right."
"But it wouldn't hurt to have some help." The blonde shrugged. "If you ever need advice."
Miss Berry felt her cheeks warm; she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Thank you," she breathed.
The elevator chimed and the brunette jumped, ducking her head before taking a step towards her desk.
"I really should…" Rachel sighed.
"You're right," Quinn nodded, backing away slightly. "I'm keeping you from your work. I'm sure I have something I should be doing."
Miss Berry smiled and hurried to her desk; her steps felt light and she couldn't help but hum to herself as she began setting up for the day. The idea that she was welcome to talk to Miss Fabray any time was lifting her spirits in a way nothing else could. Rachel wanted to caution herself that the woman was only interested in her career, but she couldn't deny the fact that speaking to her sent butterflies fluttering. Quinn Fabray couldn't be attracted to her—it was unthinkable—but Rachel could always dream.
The feeling was beyond belief; Rachel's smooth, soft hands grazed Quinn's naked back, sending a pleasant shudder along every inch of her skin. The girl straddled the blonde's hips and continued to massage her; she could feel the heat of Rachel's bare womanhood against her and she sighed. The brunette's fingers slowly swept blonde locks from the back of her neck and her lips pressed warmly against Quinn's sensitive skin. She could feel Rachel's nipples erect against her flesh and she let out a moan as the woman's hands slid along her sides before cupping her breasts.
The brunette nipped at her ear before whispering, "Turn over."
Rachel bit her lip as Quinn shifted under her, stifling a gasp at the friction, and the blonde's hazel eyes drifted downward from the brunette's lips. She began to slide her hands up the girl's perfect tan skin, her fingers aching to reach her bare peaks, but Rachel captured them before they could reach their destination. The brunette smiled down at her slyly.
"Ah, ah, ah, Miss Fabray," Rachel rasped playfully. "Who's in charge?"
"You are," Quinn husked obediently.
Rachel grinned coyly and rested her hands back on the bed. Her tan fingers pressed warmly against Quinn's breasts again and she shifted, sliding her slick core along the blonde's upper thigh as she kissed and sucked her way along Quinn's stomach and hips. The blonde's breath caught in her throat as Rachel's lips stopped at the apex of her legs; the girl's hands quickly found their way to Quinn's knees as Rachel sat up and looked down at her exposed center. Her deep brown eyes flicked up to meet her own hazel orbs for a second; Quinn was panting, gasping for air as longing boiled in her veins. Rachel's tan arms looped around her thighs as she knelt and began kissing her way from Quinn's knee to her pulsing flesh.
Quinn smacked the alarm clock angrily and buried her head under her pillow; she tried to hold on to the fast evaporating wisps of the dream she'd been having. It was useless; she was awake and all that was left of the fantasy was the frustrating throb between her legs. Quinn glared at the clock on her bedside table and groaned.
After a quick, chilly shower and an altogether unpleasant cab ride, Miss Fabray entered her office. She had hoped to be in a better mood this morning for the final decision meeting with the CEO. Kitty was still in the running, along with Ryder and Jesse. Everything hinged on Mr. Figgins mood today; Quinn had almost considered digging into Mr. Lynn's file despite their agreement, but she really couldn't imagine Miss Wilde losing to either of them. Not in a fair contest at least. How fair would it be, though?
The CRO's pulse picked up at the sound of Rachel's familiar, sweet voice. She smiled and let the melody lift her mood, though she tried to ignore the ache, still lingering from earlier, that sparked back to life as well. This time, she wouldn't interrupt the secretary; it already felt like too long since she'd heard Rachel sing. Quinn leaned against her desk and watched the brunette through the slats of the blinds as her cheeks flamed. There was little chance she could have spoken to Miss Berry this morning anyway, not without blushing and sputtering, so it was best to keep her distance. The woman's voice cut off suddenly and the blonde furrowed her brows as she stepped closer to the window.
Miss Fabray nearly jumped out of her skin when a knock sounded at her door before swinging open unanswered.
"Good, you're here." The other blonde sighed.
"Good morning, Kitty," Quinn replied, collecting herself quickly. "Ready to become CQO?"
"More than ready," the girl nodded, "though I was hoping, as a favor between us girls, that you might let me look at a couple confidential files."
Miss Fabray smiled. "Trust me, there's no need for that."
Kitty gave her a determined look. "I didn't say I needed to; I want to."
Quinn smirked. "You really were hoping I wasn't in, weren't you?"
"Of course not, Quinn." the girl acted shocked. "Besides your door would have been locked."
"And it wouldn't have stopped you." She chuckled. "But I'm afraid I can't let you rummage through any files today. You'll have files of your own soon enough."
Miss Wilde sighed and rolled her eyes; Quinn almost expected more of a fight from her, but Kitty always had idolized her, so she would probably take the hint.
"Well, we could look through applications for my new secretary," the other blonde suggested. "I think I'd like to break with tradition and get a hunky man servant."
Miss Fabray laughed as she opened the office blinds all the way. Brittany was just arriving, along with most of the office workers and executives. Quinn frowned as Mr. Hudson leaned over Rachel's shoulder; the brunette was laughing and the blonde suddenly felt a pit in her stomach. Kitty's sharp pinch brought her back to their conversation.
"So, are you going to help me find a secretary or not?" Miss Wilde asked shortly.
Quinn lowered the blinds and turned around. "No, I'm going to help you perfect your presentation for the meeting."
"He doesn't look happy," Brittany observed sadly. "He's probably worried that I'm too stupid to do the job."
"Nonsense," Rachel soothed as she continued to pack up her desk. "I'm sure he's merely upset that Mr. Lynn didn't get the promotion. If anything, he has to be happy that you'll be his secretary. All the other executives will be jealous; they're always at your desk flirting. Haven't half of them attempted to persuade Miss Fabray to trade with them so they could have you?"
"Maybe." The blonde smiled. "I wonder why we're switching all of a sudden."
"Perhaps Quinn felt sorry for him, seeing as how her suggestion won." The brunette shrugged.
"I don't think so." Brittany shook her head. "Q's never acted sorry for Finn. I've heard her say he's overpaid and overrated."
Rachel shrugged; she didn't really care why they were switching bosses. Mostly she was equal parts excited and terrified. She would be working closer to Miss Fabray than ever and that made her both giddy and anxious. On the one hand, Rachel would be talking to Quinn every day, getting to know her very well. That also meant more opportunities to embarrass herself in front of the stunning woman. It really didn't bother her that this move was taking her farther away from marketing; if anything Miss Fabray would be able to advise her even more now.
"Maybe I did something wrong," Brittany continued. "But I don't remember misfiling anything or spilling any more coffee."
"I'm positive you didn't do anything wrong, Brittany," Rachel assured her friend. "It's far more likely that I'm the one who failed in some way. I might have offended Mr. Hudson when he asked me about his latest commercial idea."
"Well, anyway, I'm glad we're still going to be close." The blonde smiled. "I like sitting across from you."
"As do I," the brunette returned.
"Oh, which reminds me," Brittany said suddenly. "San wants you to meet us for dinner out tonight."
Rachel sighed. "It's a set up, isn't it?"
"But you have to act surprised," the girl squeaked.
"I just," she stammered, "I simply don't feel ready for a date right now."
"It's not right now," her friend frowned, "it's tonight. San even sent clothes."
Rachel rolled her eyes; she doubted the outfit the other woman had sent was anything remotely her style. She doubly doubted that the girl they were setting her up was compatible either. The brunette wanted an excuse to avoid the evening altogether, but Santana could be very forceful and Brittany already looked as though she were on the verge of tears again.
"Alright," Rachel groaned, "but only dinner and only to make you happy. I forbid you two to ditch me at the restaurant with this girl. Also, if it doesn't work out, then that's the end of it. Santana will not give her my phone number, or my email or my address, etcetera."
"She only did that once." Brittany shrugged.
"And that one time she'd happened to have met said girl on the subway and said girl stalked me for months," she reminded her.
"I thought it was kind of sweet." The blonde pouted.
Rachel sat her box down at her new desk and huffed; her coworker shrugged again and began helping her unpack.
"Furthermore," she added, "I will be wearing my own clothes tonight."
"But San made me promise," Brittany pleaded. "Please? You'll look great in them, I promise."
"As opposed to what I'm wearing now, you mean?" Rachel scoffed.
"Yeah," the blonde replied bluntly.
The day went by in a surprising uneventful blur; her new boss was busy with the other executives setting up all the necessary paperwork and logistics for Miss Wilde's Chief Quality Officer position. Rachel barely caught so much of a glimpse of the QRO the whole day. The brunette had been hoping for a chance to thank Miss Fabray for the new opportunity and assure her she would do the job to the best of her ability. As it was, she'd spent the bulk of her time putting her desk in order and familiarizing herself with the file system and Quinn's calendar.
Brittany had pulled her out the office the minute their shift was over, not even giving Rachel a proper chance to say goodbye to her new boss. So now she found herself in a restaurant bathroom as her friend finished her makeup for her. She was sure that between the clothes picked out for her and the Brittany's handy work she would look like a street walker, but she wasn't concerned. Rachel had no expectations for tonight, after all, except that it end as quickly and painlessly as possible.
"What's the hold up?" Santana snapped, barging into the restroom. "You look miserable."
"I am," she replied. "I can barely move in this skirt and I feel completely exposed in this top."
"That's the point, Berry," the girl scoffed. "We have to do something to make you interesting."
"Perhaps I'm not interested in being interesting," Rachel challenged.
"Oh?" the girl teased. "Am I keeping you from your lame evening of diddling yourself over your secret crush?"
Rachel rolled her eyes, choosing not to dignify the comment with a response.
"B, will you go keep T company, please?" Santana asked.
The blonde zipped her make up bag closed and gave her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek before leaving the bathroom. Once she was out of earshot the other brunette crossed her arms.
"You need to hurry up and get that bug outa your ass about mystery girl," she scolded. "Because here's the facts. If you thought you could have her, you would have at least pestered her into one date by now. So I think it's clear you're never going to go for it. Also, you're not completely hideous when you let us dress you, so there's no reason you can't go out there and get a lil somethin' every now and then."
"I don't see why it's any business of yours in the first place." Rachel huffed.
"Consider yourself a charity case," Santana shrugged, "for the common good of lady love everywhere."
She rolled her warm brown eyes again and sighed.
"Just suck it up and have a good time for once," San commanded.
Rachel nodded; there really was no chance for her and Quinn, but she couldn't get the woman out of her mind. Still, perhaps it was time to take a few steps towards something more possible. What good was it doing her to wait for Miss Right in the long run? It wasn't as though enjoying tonight would mean she'd end up at the other girl's apartment anyway.
"Alright," she agreed. "I'll give this a chance. Perhaps I should be more open to starting a relationship like yours."
"Hell, I'll just be satisfied if you finally let go of your cherry." The girl laughed, causing Rachel to blush, which only made Santana laugh harder.
"To smashing the damned glass ceiling," Kitty toasted.
"To good business," Quinn added as they tapped their glasses together.
"Forget good business," the girl laughed after downing her shot, "I'm celebrating the looks on their faces when they realized I was better than all their best men."
Quinn smirked; it had been pretty satisfying to see Mr. Hudson all but explode when their CEO made the announcement. He really didn't have any room to complain; Ryder had never been a good choice. It was only Finn's pull with Figgins that got him in the running to start with, and Brittany was a good secretary—she wouldn't have kept her all these years if she wasn't.
Miss Wilde slid another shot glass her way. "To conquest!"
"I believe I'm at my limit for the night." She sighed.
"Tomorrow's Saturday; there are no limits." Kitty laughed.
"I'll think about it." Quinn shrugged.
The other blonde pouted, but she only rolled her hazel eyes and looked around the bar. Miss Fabray didn't particularly like to be drunk; she liked control, she liked her wits sharp, and too many shots usually lead to her forgetting bits and pieces of the night. A familiar voice caught her attention and Quinn instantly zeroed in on the table of four. Despite the wildly different clothes and makeup, she still recognized Rachel clearly, as well as Brittany, but she'd never seen the other two women before. She didn't particularly care about the brunette holding her former secretary's hand, but she was definitely curious about the one with several bright colors in her raven hair whose eyes were locked on her current one. The blonde's cheeks colored as she realized she was staring, but couldn't seem to make herself look away for more than a couple seconds at a time.
"I wondered what the switch was about," Kitty commented. "But I guess it's pretty clear now."
Quinn swung her head to face Miss Wilde. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Please, it's obvious." The girl chuckled. "You've got a thing for Brittany so you traded off to avoid a messy HR fiasco. It's a smart move; no sense in tempting yourself daily."
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief, but her cheeks still felt much too warm; Kitty might be her ally, but she was still, at the end of the day, ruthless.
"Still," Miss Wilde shrugged, "you're off duty now, so it's okay to look. I'm going to hit the dance floor and find some company."
The blonde glanced back at the table; Brittany and her girlfriend were headed for the dance floor, which meant Quinn had an unobstructed view now. Though Rachel smiled and laughed, she couldn't help but feel the brunette seemed slightly uncomfortable, and a guilty smile twitched the corners of her lips. She shouldn't be wishing a bad date on her secretary, but she couldn't help it—there was a definite relief in Rachel's guarded stance and reluctance to make physical contact with the mystery woman. Kitty was right; it probably wasn't the best idea to have the brunette as a constant temptation, especially since making an advance was more of a risk to the secretary's job than her own, but the petite woman was like a magnet. Even from across the bar, Quinn could feel the pull. The mystery woman was standing, offering her hand to Rachel, and the blonde inwardly prayed she would decline, and she did. Brittany hurried over to drag the wild haired girl onto the dance floor and Quinn let out another sigh. Moments later, the other brunette was towering over her secretary looking less than pleased.
"What, Santana?" she heard Rachel grumble.
"Get your ass out there and dance with Tina," the woman demanded. "You said you'd give it a chance."
The blonde narrowed her eyes at the woman and cursed under her breath as Rachel obeyed. Quinn turned back to the bar and downed her shot; maybe she didn't need to remember all of tonight, after all.
Rachel typed quickly; Miss Fabray's notes were so much easier to decipher than Mr. Hudson's had been. In fact, the CRO's notes were practically file-ready when she handed them over to her. Brittany seemed happy enough across the room taking notes as Finn and Ryder exchanged ideas in front of her; Rachel was glad her good fortune wasn't at her friend's expense.
"Are you nearly done?" her boss whispered in her ear.
The brunette hadn't noticed the blonde's approach and she could feel Quinn's breath on her neck.
"Almost," she rasped, fighting the color that rushed to her cheeks. "What do you need me to do once I'm finished?"
She felt Miss Fabray brush her hair away from her neck. "What do you feel like doing?"
"I," she swallowed thickly, "I don't know."
Her warm brown eyes scanned the room; no one seemed to notice them, even when Quinn's lips lightly grazed the back of her neck.
"Miss Fabray?" Rachel gasped.
"Do you want me to stop?" The woman pouted against her skin.
"No," she admitted. "But someone might. Aren't we going to get in trouble?"
The blonde scoffed as she wrapped her arms around the brunette's front. "It's really none of their business."
The woman's glistening nails slowly undid each button of Rachel's blouse; once again, her eyes flicked around the room, and once again, no one seemed to notice what was happening only feet away from them. Quinn cupped her chin and locked eyes with her.
"Just ignore them," the blonde crooned before kissing her roughly.
Everything suddenly seemed hazy; Rachel knew they were surrounded by people, but now it was as though she could only see Quinn. Like the rest of the room was melting away.
"I can't believe this is happening," she gasped.
Miss Fabray easily lifted her up and sat her on the desk, sliding Rachel's pencil skirt up until the tops of her thigh-highs were exposed.
"I can't believe I didn't do this the first time I saw you," the blonde replied, tracing her fingers under the elastic of the brunette's stockings.
Rachel's skin quivered at the touch and she felt herself throb to life at her core. She let her shirt slide off as she rested back on her hands; Quinn smiled and leaned in closer, bracing one hand on the desk between Rachel's thighs as the other skimmed its way under her camisole and over her bra. The brunette moaned and arched into the embrace of her employer's warm palm. Her clothes felt like unbearable obstacles between their flesh, but it was quickly remedied when Quinn wiggled her way under the garment. Miss Fabray kissed her again as she pressed her further down on the desk; after the kiss was broken, Rachel allowed her head to lull over the edge as she panted for air. The blonde's thumb was tracing small circles on her inner thigh and the brunette squirmed with anticipation. She heard Quinn's soft giggle at the reaction she was eliciting.
"Please," Rachel begged as the woman grazed her center.
"Tell me what you want," Miss Fabray teased.
"I want you inside me," she barely managed over the excitement in her throat.
"Like this?" Quinn asked as she inserted a finger gently, tauntingly.
"Yes," the brunette gasped as she arched against the table beneath her. "Yes."
"What else do you want, Rachel?" the blonde continued as she increased her speed and pressure. "Rachel. Rachel"
"Miss Berry?" Miss Fabray all but yelled as she gently nudged the secretary. "Rach?"
Rachel bolted upright in her chair and rubbed her eyes. Her heart was beating out of her chest, and for a moment, she wasn't exactly sure where she was.
"Are you alright, Rachel?" Quinn asked, looking down at her with concern.
"Yes, yes, I," the brunette sputtered, her face blazing under her bosses hazel gaze. "Yes, I'm fine."
"You're a bit early," Miss Fabray commented. "Even for you."
She quickly stood up and busied herself straightening the desk. Rachel felt certain that her employer could read the guilt on her face.
"The electricity in my apartment went out last night, so I came early to do my hair and I must have fallen asleep at the desk," she explained. "I'm so sorry, Miss Fabray."
"That's perfectly alright, Miss Berry." Quinn giggled, bringing on a fresh wave of embarrassment. "You know, my office has a shower if you want to use it. You've still got two hours."
"Thank you," Rachel breathed as she followed the blonde into the office.
"Everything you need will be in the cabinet," Miss Fabray gestured.
"Thank you," she repeated shyly.
"It's no trouble," the woman replied.
Rachel sat her things down on the counter and turned back to face Quinn for the first time.
"Why are you here so early?" she asked.
The blonde shrugged and smiled. "Couldn't sleep."
The brunette nodded and closed the door, leaning against it for a few second as she collected herself. As far as being woken from a torrid sexual dream by the object of said dream goes, it was at least a mercy that Quinn didn't seem to suspect anything. That didn't make the situation much less mortifying, but Rachel decided to focus on the positive. Her legs were still quivering and she felt soaked in sweat; she quickly peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower.
"This is going to be a long day," the brunette muttered to herself.
"Your lunch order has arrived, Miss Fabray," Rachel announced as she stepped into the office. "Is there anything else you need before I take my lunch break?"
Quinn smiled as she took the containers from her secretary. "No, that will be fine, unless..."
The brunette looked at her intently and the blonde coughed to try to clear the sudden lump in her throat.
"That is, unless you are interested in joining me for lunch?" she managed.
Miss Berry paused and seemed to be thinking it over. "I would love to."
Quinn hoped her smile wasn't too obvious.
"However," Rachel continued, "I already made plans with Brittany. Perhaps another time? Tomorrow?"
"Of course." She shrugged. "It was silly of me to assume you didn't have plans. For all I know, you have a boyfriend."
"I don't have a boyfriend," Rachel blurted out quickly. "Or a girlfriend for that matter."
Miss Fabray wanted to ask why, but she remained silent as Rachel shifted from foot to foot in front of her.
"I should go," the brunette finally said. "Brittany will be waiting. Tomorrow then?"
"Yes, it's a," Quinn caught herself just in time, "tomorrow."
Her secretary closed the door as she left and the CRO glanced down at her food in disgust; she suddenly didn't have much of an appetite. Through the slats, she could see Rachel join Brittany at the blonde's desk. While her former secretary dug into her meal, Miss Berry was flipping through Mr. Hudson's notes. Quinn pushed her lunch aside and absentmindedly began to pick at her dessert. She didn't know what she was thinking; lunch with Rachel wouldn't change anything, except to further blur the already over taxed lines between them. Had the brunette meant anything by declaring herself single? It couldn't really matter; the rules were clear and Miss Berry would need to be several levels up in the company from where she was for anything to be remotely possible. On top of that, who was to say the girl would even be interested?
The blonde wheeled her chair around and forced herself to stop ogling her secretary. Quinn realized that she needed to either move on or do something about this crush, but the fact was the CRO could not date, or even safely flirt with, her secretary. Rachel wanted to move up in the company, in marketing, but the spots that would allow Miss Fabray the ability to truly reach out to her were filled by Finn and his second in command, Ryder. Mr. Hudson was a giant obstacle in a suit and tie; Mr. Figgins would never replace him. The president hung on his every pitch; to him, Finn was the absolute man's man. Maybe that was the angle Quinn needed; Miss Berry had no chance against Finn when it came to experience and friends in high places, but maybe Quinn could find an advantage for her. The blonde turned around and reached for her meal. Tomorrow at lunch, she would find out everything she could and somehow she would find a way to make Rachel's dreams come true. And hopefully after that, her own dreams would be realized as well.
"I didn't realize we would be leaving the office for lunch," Rachel commented as she took her seat.
She'd never been to a cafe quite like this one; in fact, the brunette felt very out of place. Everything was so quiet and somber and professional, even the menu seemed out of her league—the prices certainly were.
"It's my treat, Miss Berry," her boss assured her. "For missing Secretary's Day."
Rachel hoped her sigh of relief went unnoticed; she smiled let her eyes fall back to the menu.
"I hear their vegetarian options are good," Quinn added.
The petite woman looked back up at her employer in shock. "Thank you."
Her mind was instantly buzzing; this was beginning to feel like a date, but there was no way that was possible. She could feel herself blushing and tried to get her thoughts under control.
"Are you ready to order?" the waiter asked.
Rachel was grateful for the distraction. "Yes, I'll have the Grilled Salad."
It was the cheapest vegetarian meal available.
"And I'll have the same," Miss Fabray announced.
"You're not vegetarian, " the brunette pointed out after their server had left.
"I can still try it, can't I?" Quinn laughed lightly.
"Of course." She nodded, feeling foolish for pointing it out in the first place.
My goodness, is this a date? Rachel wondered. It can't be; surely I would be aware if it was, but it feels like one. It must be wishful thinking; I'm merely seeing what I want to see.
"I've been thinking about you," Quinn began, and once again Rachel held her breath. "About your career. You said once that you were interested in moving up in marketing and advertising."
She nodded and shrugged. "Yes, but I think that is quite a ways off. All the positions are filled."
"I'm sure there is always room for one more," Miss Fabray responded. "Especially when an area is lacking."
"Lacking?" Rachel pitched.
"What do you think of Mr. Hudson's current campaign pitch?" the blonde asked.
"Well, it's—it's perfectly fine," the brunette sputtered.
"Rachel, I brought you here, out of the office, so that you could speak freely about your ideas and opinions," Quinn explained. "Tell me what you really think."
Rachel fidgeted with her napkin before taking a large sip of her water. Quinn was studying her with one eyebrow raised and it was making it hard for her to think of where to start.
"I really do believe the commercial has potential, but," she began slowly, "but it's all focused on selling recliners to men. The company is more than just comfy chairs and, statistically speaking, women make more purchasing decisions when it comes to home decor."
"I agree," Miss Fabray smiled, "and I suspect you have a few ideas of your own for how you would market all of our merchandise as opposed to one small category of it."
"Yes but," Rachel sighed, "Mr. Hudson has no reason to take me seriously. I would be overstepping and I can't afford to lose this job."
"I'm not suggesting you tell Finn," Quinn corrected. "That won't get you where you want to be."
They paused for a moment as their food arrived; the blonde took a bite and smiled at her. Rachel tasted hers, but was far too distracted to truly think about if it was good or bad. After a few minutes of silence, she could stand no more.
"Then what do you suggest I do?" Rachel asked nervously.
Quinn smiled and sat her fork down. "I believe if you want to advance then we have to make a really big move. I'm willing to help you create your own pitch to contend with Mr. Hudson's in next month's meeting."
"What?" The petite brunette gasped, earning her several scowls from around the room.
"I know it's not much time," her employer soothed. "But that was as far as I could manage to push the meeting."
Her brown eyes studied the woman in front of her intently. "Why are you doing all this for me?"
The blonde shrugged and looked away. "You seem like you deserve it. You have talent. You're definitely more than a secretary."
Rachel smiled; this clearly wasn't a date, but oddly enough, she didn't feel as disappointed as she thought she would. Quinn thought she was special, believed in her, and that was enough for now. Maybe she'd never have a shot with the blonde, but she could see a light at the end of the tunnel; if the brunette did well enough then maybe, just maybe, she'd feel bold enough to make a move.
"I'll work on it tonight." She smiled as she resumed eating.
For a long moment, Miss Fabray seemed to stare at her; then again, maybe she was only lost in thought.
"Start on it when we get back to the office," Quinn insisted. "I can file my own paperwork for the day."
Miss Wilde suppressed a yawn as Finn finished his presentation, which forced Miss Fabray to fight back a giggle. She shot the other blonde a harsh look; she needed to be serious and ready. Mr. Figgins stood and studied the story board more closely and Quinn waited for him to speak.
"Yes, it's quite good." He nodded. "And very doable. What do you all think?"
She kicked lightly at Kitty's leg under the table and gave her a stern look as most of the other chief officers nodded and chimed in with their approval.
"It's really one of your best yet, Mr. Hudson." The CEO smiled. "I believe we are all in agreement?"
"Hhmmm," Quinn sighed, "it is a very interesting pitch, but I can't help but feel that something is missing."
"Like what?" Finn huffed.
"It's nothing personal, Finn." Miss Fabray shrugged. "There just seems to be a few things you're overlooking."
"With all due respect, Miss Fabray," Mr. Figgins began, "but this is Mr. Hudson's area of expertise. What is it you feel he hasn't taken into account?"
"95% of our stock, for starters," Quinn replied casually. "Not to mention half of our target demographic."
"The new recliners are our key item." Mr. Hudson groaned.
"But not our only item," she countered. "Kitty, would you buy your boyfriend a recliner?"
The CQO, as well as most of the room, looked taken aback.
"I'd never thought of it." Kitty shrugged. "I guess so."
"Based on that commercial?" Miss Fabray pressed.
"No," Miss Wilde responded quickly.
"But she's not the audience I'm trying to reach," Finn protested, obviously getting irritated.
"Maybe she should be," Quinn stated. "Does anyone have the latest market research?"
"Do you have a point?" he grumbled.
"Only that a large percentage of our customers are women, so it wouldn't hurt to advertise to them as well." She shrugged.
"That's what the catalog is for." Finn shrugged back.
Miss Fabray took this opportunity to glance at their president; it was clear he was thinking over the information.
"You're campaign is good, Finn, but it's a little one sided," she commented gently. "If you all wouldn't mind, I have an alternative point of view from a very talented young woman in our company. They won't take very long to view."
"Who?" Finn asked.
"It can't hurt to take a look," Mr. Figgins interrupted.
Quinn gave the CMO a sly smile as she cued up the DVD she already had set to play. "Could you get the lights please, Mr. Hudson?"
The energetic tune if Jason Mraz's Make It Mine began as the screen showed Rachel in an empty apartment; as she began singing the chorus various furniture pieces began to fill the empty space and the brunette danced from room to room. The short clip ended with her opening the door to let several people into the home and Miss Berry happily saying "Figgins Family Furniture, make it yours."
As Miss Fabray flipped the lights back on, Mr. Hudson was managing to look impressed and simultaneously worried.
"I want at least half the stock from that commercial," Miss Wilde commented.
Mr. Figgins laced his fingers together in front of him as he thought.
"It didn't even show the recliners," Finn protested.
"Because we didn't want to step on your toes," Quinn explained. "You are the head of advertising and marketing, after all, and it is the new big product."
"Well then why didn't you tell me you were doing this?" He huffed.
The blonde smiled and batted her hazel eyes. "I didn't see a reason to distract you with it. You and Mr. Lynn needed to focus on your pitch and this demo is only a small example of what Miss Berry could do. It's not as though it is a television ready ad; it's merely an example."
"It is something to think about." Mr. Figgins nodded.
"I could call Miss Berry in if you have questions for..." she began.
"That won't be necessary," The CEO interrupted quickly. "I've come to a decision."
Quinn held her breath; she couldn't be sure if his sudden clarity bode well for her plans or not. Finn looked confident and that worried her.
"Mr. Hudson, I'd like you to take this Miss Berry on as temporary co-CMO for the next few weeks. Let's see if she really has what it takes or if this was a fluke stroke of luck," Mr. Figgins announced.
Miss Fabray wanted to cheer, but she kept her reaction in check.
"You realize, Miss Fabray, that you will need a temporary secretary, " he said. "And that you should leave this decision and their future work up to Mr. Hudson?"
"Yes," she agreed.
"Come in," Miss Fabray called, and Rachel let herself into the CRO'S office for the first time in a month.
"Mr. Hudson has decided to keep me on as co-CMO," she announced happily as she shut the door behind her.
The brunette's stomach was fluttering and her heart beat loudly in her chest.
"I know." Quinn smiled. "I'm actually filling out the paperwork right now. I was just about to call you for your signature."
"Oh," she sighed.
Miss Fabray didn't seem as excited as Rachel had expected her to be and it was making her nervous. Throughout the past few months, the brunette had convinced herself that maybe the blonde had feelings for her, but once again, she was beginning to fear that she had dreamed it all up. She accepted the pen offered to her and signed her name. Rachel headed for the door but stopped herself; even if the answer was no she had to ask.
"Miss Fabray," she started.
"Quinn," the woman corrected.
"Quinn," Rachel smiled, "I was wondering, now that we are on more equal footing here in the company, if you would be interested in..."
"Yes," the blonde interrupted, but then nervously added. "I'm sorry, go on."
"I would like to take you on a date, if that is a proposition you would be interested in," she continued as her cheeks warmed.
"Yes," Quinn repeated. "I would very much like that."
The brunette smiled and stepped closer, pressing up on the tips of her toes to give the blonde a peck on the cheek.
"I suppose there is a waver of sorts that we are required to sign." She sighed.
"Several," the CRO replied as she brushed a few dark strands away from the girl's neck. "But to hell with them for now."
Rachel's brown eyes flicked up to Quinn's face and she bit her lower lip. "They can wait?"
The blonde nodded slowly; her hazel eyes seemed transfixed on the tan woman's full lips. The brunette smiled and popped up once again to press their lips together. Quinn's hands cradled the back of her neck and kept them locked together. Rachel guided her kisses along the woman's jawline and down to her neck. She backed the blonde against her desk and began fidgeting with the buttons of Quinn's blouse. The blonde giggled and leaned back to let her finish and peeled off her camisole before setting to work on Rachel's shirt. The brunette's skin erupted with goose bumps as Quinn's nimble fingers freed her of her favorite work blouse.
"I'm on my lunch break," Quinn panted when there was a knock at the door.
"We should take this elsewhere." Rachel chuckled nervously.
The blonde locked her with an amorous stare as she pulled her towards the bathroom. Miss Fabray locked the door quickly before swinging the petite woman up onto the sink and burying her face into her neck. Rachel yelped at the pleasant pinch against her pulse point and began tearing at Quinn's skirt; she felt her partner's moan vibrate against her flesh. The oddly familiar feeling of Quinn sliding her skirt up and over her hips sent a shiver through her being and Rachel locked her legs around the woman's hips and drew her closer. The CRO'S clothes rustled to the floor as the brunette's hands rushed up the smooth expanse of Quinn's back to unhook her bra. In the full length mirror on the opposite wall she could see hazel eyes studying her face from the looking glass above the sink. Rachel could tell that all her dreams of the blonde were no comparison to her actual beauty; as she pulled the bra free, she edged Quinn around to study her in the mirror. She protested slightly but complied; for a few seconds anyway, before spinning back around and taking a step back to gaze at Rachel. The brunette blushed and batted her eyelashes as she slipped out of her own bra and tossed the article of clothing aside. Hazel eyes caressed her form and Rachel chewed her lower lip as she studied Quinn hungrily. Suddenly, the blonde knelt and traced her fingertips along the back of Rachel's legs, drifting upward until she reached the tops of the brunette's thigh high stocking and began peeling them down slowly. Once again, her hands slid up the length of her until Quinn had hold of Rachel's panties. She panted and lulled her head back as she hooked the blonde's underwear with her toes; pressing hard against her wrists to lift herself up enough for Quinn to work the garment free. Rachel leaned forward and cupped the blonde's face, guiding her to stand back up as she kissed her way from forehead to neck and then down to her breast.
Quinn gasped and gripped the back of Rachel's knees as the brunette nipped and sucked at her swollen peaks. Her pale hands grazed their way back up the brunette's thighs and the blonde braced one arm against the sink as the other hand slid into place on Rachel's inner thigh.
Rachel moaned Quinn's name into the pale skin of her breast as she explored the bare flesh of the woman's stomach and hips. Her fingers ached to reach the apex of Quinn's legs, but momentarily paused when the blonde entered her center quickly. For a second, the pleasant pressure stopped all thought and Rachel writhed against Quinn's hand, forgetting everything but the soft warm pleasure penetrating her. The blonde's legs quivered and a pleading whimper escaped her lips; Rachel's hand resumed its course, grazing the slick warm heat of Quinn's womanhood. The woman's thighs shook again as the brunette began to stroke the petal soft flesh between them before entering her. In response, Quinn thrust her fingers deeper inside of her and Rachel let out a rapturous yell as they struck the perfect spot. She groped gently deeper, reading the blonde's response in her gasps and twitches. Rachel's heart throbbed so loudly that she almost feared it would stop completely; then it suddenly fell silent as her nerves erupted with pleasure. She slumped against Quinn for support as she continued her task with renewed determination. Her dark brown eyes focused on the hazel orbs in front of them and she wanted as their irises disappeared as Quinn's body clenched and throbbed around her.
Quinn sighed as she sat patiently, blindfolded, in the passenger seat.
"We are almost there, Miss Fabray," Rachel giggled, "I promise."
She felt the brunette's hand land on her own and she smiled; Rachel had wanted to be the one to set up their first official date and was set on it being a surprise. Quinn didn't mind; they'd filled out the appropriate paperwork not long after their wild passions had died down, but not before round two. For all the blonde cared, they could be headed for the company picnic. As long as they were together, she knew it would be an amazing time.
The car slowed and came to a stop; Rachel patted her hand. "Alright, you may look now."
Quinn squinted and looked around in confusion; they were still outside the FFF company headquarters, but they'd been driving for nearly half an hour.
"We circled the block several times," the brunette explained. "It wouldn't have been much of a surprise if I'd simply walked you down the stairs now would it?"
Quinn smiled. "I guess it wouldn't have."
She let her petite girlfriend open the car door for her and led her into the café, where they had first made plans to get her into advertising. The waiter guided them to a secluded table with a single white rose in a vase.
"I couldn't think of a better place than where we shared our first meal." Rachel sighed nervously. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," Quinn breathed as she leaned forward to kiss the brunette softly on the lips. "I love you."
"Do you know what you want?" their waiter asked cheerfully.
"Yes," she crooned, keeping eye contact with Rachel as she spoke. "But I promised her a real date first."
Quinn smirked as her date's jaws dropped and her cheeks flamed; a few seconds later Rachel gently kicked her under the table.
"The Grilled Salad, please." She giggled.
"I'll have the same." The brunette said quickly, and added once the waiter had left, "was that absolutely necessary?"
"It felt necessary," the blonde commented. "I just feel like we lost so much time waiting. I'm glad to be here with you, Rach. I can't wait to start a real life with you."
"Which reminds me," Rachel replied as she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. "They refused to let me sing, but I eventually talked them into at least playing a song for us."
"I don't recognize it," Quinn whispered.
"It's really more poetry than it is a song," the brunette explained quietly. "Just listen."
Now, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream. * Love, pain, and work, must all sleep now. * Night revolves on invisible wheels and joined to me you are pure as a sleeping amber. * No one else will sleep in my dream, love. * You will go; we will go joined by the waters of time. * No other one will travel the shadows with me, only you, ever green, ever sun, ever moon. * Already your hands have opened their delicate fists and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs, your eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings, while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards: night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already not only am I not without you, * I alone am your dream.
By the time the tune had stopped their food has arrived and Quinn was sniffing back happy tears. Rachel looked a little unsure of what her expression meant; she opened her mouth, but the blonde leaned forward again before she could say anything.
"I love it," she whispered softly. "I love you."
The poem at the end is And Now You're Mine by Pablo Neruda. *I do not own Glee, it's characters, or Mr. Neruda's work* I hope it was enjoyable; I know it was a bit different pace. The new poll is up. Unscripted is next and we are squeaking to the end of professions. Please go vote and feel free to comment.
