Title: I Remember Our Love (10/11)

Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just having a little fun.

A/N: Only one more chapter to go guys! :)

Rachel runs to her phone excitedly as it begins to ring. Making it to her room, she dives onto the bed, onto her phone and flips it open. "Hello," she says, panting.

"Hey, Rach."

Quinn's husky voice wafts through the line to Rachel's ears and a tremor works its way through her body. She knew running to the phone was worth it. "How are you, Quinn?"

"Tired," she responds. "Coach Sylvester loves her Saturday practices." Rachel hears rustling in the background before Quinn breathes a sigh. Instantly, her mind is in dirty places. "What are you doing?"

"I'm lying down," she says with a small chuckle. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Berry."

"I would, if you'd stop making noises," she grumbles.

Quinn laughs openly at that. "I'll try to tone down the sexy for you," she jokes.

There's a moment of companionable silence as both girl's just enjoy the other's presence.

"What time is your date?" Quinn asks, breaking the silence.

At the mention of a date she had forgotten about, Rachel scurries around the room, looking for her white skirt as she replies to Quinn. "Finn should be here in about twenty minutes," she replies, distractedly.

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"I most certainly did not," Rachel says, trying to sound affronted. "I just got distracted."

"Because a hot blonde called?" she replies smartly.

Rachel smirks at that. "Hmm, yes. I do seem to remember Brittany calling earlier."

She finally spots it under her bed and bends over to retrieve it. "Was I neater before I had amnesia?" she asks as she shucks her pajama shorts off.

"Well, your locker was certainly neat," Quinn replies without thinking. She decides not to tell Rachel that the only way she knew that was because she used to rudely slam her locker for no good reason.

"And how would you know that?" Rachel asks with an arched eyebrow; already suspecting what the answer might be.

There's a pregnant pause on the other line before Quinn replies. "So, excited about your date?"

"More like nervous," she says as she tugs her skirt up roughly. "You're the only person I remember dating."

"Dating's easy," Quinn remarks.

Rachel rummages through her drawer as she continues to talk to Quinn. "What color brings out my eyes?"

"Red," she says, not having to think long. "Rach…you're really going all out for this."

Rachel hears the trepidation and a little sadness in Quinn's voice. She immediately stops everything she's doing and flops back on her bed. "Quinn," she says slowly. "You said you'd be supportive."

She hears the other girl take a deep breath before replying. "I know, sweetheart," she exhales, "I know what I said, but…this is hard."

Nodding her head, but remembering Quinn can't see, she replies. "I know this situation is not ideal, but I appreciate your effort. I just want…" For this to be over? To be in Quinn's arms again? To fall with her onto a bed of flowers and make love to her until their problems went away? Wait…what?

"What do you want, Rach?" she hears the other girl ask sincerely.

Rachel shakes her head back and forth, swallowing thickly. "Nothing."

She hears her go silent on the other end of the line and she panics a little. "Quinn," she calls to the girl. "Quinn, are you there?"

"I'm here, just…hang on." Shuffling is heard in the background before Quinn's voice comes through again. "Okay," she breathes. "I'm back."

"What were you doing?" Rachel questions as she slips on a pair of red flats to match her sweater.

"I was changing my clothes."

"Oh," she says as she walks over to the mirror and picks up a tube of lip gloss. "What are you wearing?"

Quinn's heart pumps to a complete stop at those words. Had she just heard right? Did Rachel Berry just ask her what she was wearing over the phone in a voice that very closely resembled sex?

"I'm sorry…what?" Quinn asks. Maybe she didn't hear right.

"I said, what are you wearing?"

Quinn glances down at her body. Luckily she had shorts on, but she hadn't yet put a shirt on because her body hadn't cooled down enough yet. During colder months, her father liked to blast the heat, just to spite her menopausal mother. Putting a shirt on would set her on fire. Although, Rachel seemed to be doing that already.

"I don't think we should continue this line of questioning, Rach," she says. Rachel was about to go on a date with someone that was not Quinn. She didn't think the brunette should be asking her such questions.

"Why?" she questions, voice sounding hurt. "Did I say something wrong?"

Quinn pinches the bridge of her nose as she tries not to sigh in frustration. Dealing with Rachel was hard. Don't get her wrong, she loved the girl with all her heart, but…it was difficult. It was often hard to tell whether the girl was being innocent or mischievous. She was an innocent girl, but she was also very sexual. If it was possible to embody both innocence and a sexual nature at the same time, Rachel did it, and she did it well. Still, Quinn really didn't think the girl knew what phone sex was.

She does end up sighing in frustration. "No," she says. "I'm wearing a pair of shorts and a sports bra."

Rachel closes her eyes at that as she licks her glossed lips. She didn't expect Quinn to be wearing something so…appealing. "Sounds like it's hot where you are," her words sounding like air. "Your room, I mean."

Quinn smirks at that. Now that was definitely not innocent. "You should be going," she says before things go too far. "You have a date, remember? Finn? Your date?"

"Right," she replies, shaking her head of thoughts of pale legs and a toned stomach. "I suppose I'll talk to you later?" she asks with optimism.

"Sure. Just call me when your date's over."

"Okay," she says happily. "Bye, Quinn."

"Talk to you later, sweetheart."

"That's the second time you've called me that."

Quinn smiles. "It is."

Rachel hangs up with a smile of her own, running down the stairs when the doorbell rings.

Rachel steps out the car after Finn opens the door. "Thank you, Finn."

"You're welcome," he says with a smile. He links his arm with hers as they walk into the restaurant together. She hears him call "Table for two" before they're instantly seated with menus placed in their hands.

"This is a very nice restaurant," she comments as she takes in the atmosphere. Wine colored walls, quiet patrons, and glass chandeliers.

"Thanks, I-uh…my mom suggested it." He coughs nervously into his hand before continuing. "You look really pretty, Rach. How was your week in school?"

She thanks him quietly before replying. "My week has been great," she gushes. "The best I've had in a while."

"Oh, really?" Finn asks with renewed enthusiasm. He thinks that the reason Rachel's week was so great is because he asked her out.

Rachel cringes at Finn's vigor. When she had said that her week was the best, it was because she and Quinn were on speaking terms again and not because of anything Finn did. This. Is awkward.

"So, um…what's the most appetizing meal on the menu?" she asks to change the awkward subject.

"Well, I know that steak is always good," he replies with a smile. "But, uh, I don't have that kind of money so…"

"Right," she says quietly.

There's a moment of silence. Rachel notes that it's not the type of comfortable silence that she and Quinn sometimes slip into. Luckily, a waiter comes to break the discomfited tension and take their orders. They eat in silence, neither one knowing what to say.

Finn pays with a check and escorts Rachel to the car. They drive to an area that Rachel can only describe as secluded. Finn turns the car off and his lights before turning to Rachel.

"Did you enjoy the dinner?" he asks hopefully.

"Yes," she lies with a smile. "It was enjoyable."

"Great."

She turns to look out the window once it becomes painfully obvious that he had no further conversation. She idly wonders what Quinn's doing at the moment. Probably on the phone. In her shorts. Just how short were those shorts…

Finn scratches his head as he chuckles a little. "Rachel, I was wondering…would it be alright if I kissed you?"

Rachel turns to stare at Finn as his question soaks in. Her mind travels back to a certain blonde. Quinn's the only person she remembers ever kissing. She should experience new things. Plus, Quinn even gave her blessing…somewhat. She was supposed to do things like this. Besides, she and Quinn were only friends, right?

The word 'friends' makes her frown a bit. Since Quinn suggested that they become friends, she's been calling Rachel and they've been having really long into the night conversations. The friendship hasn't even lasted a solid week and already Rachel wants more. Friendship wasn't enough and she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to stay in her self-imposed 'friend' zone.

When she feels warm breath fan across her face, she pulls back slightly. "Finn?" she questions.

She hears him sigh in what was probably disappointment before replying. "Yes, Rachel?"

Her eyes open to look at him. He had broad shoulders, a large build and a little hair on his face. He wasn't petite and slim like Quinn. His skin wasn't as smooth as hers and he didn't smell as good as she did. "What do you like most about girls?"

Finn's face scrunches up in confusion. He and Rachel were just about to make-out and she wanted to know about girls? He shrugs. "Girls are awesome. They're small and soft and really hot. Well…only the hot ones are really hot," he says.

Rachel smiles. "Yes, I guess they are…'hot' as you put it." She leans back in her seat and buckles her seat belt. "Can you take me home? I've had a very lovely evening, but I think I'm ready to go home now."

"But, Rach," he begins. "We, were just-"

"Finn, you have been a gentleman all evening. Please do not ruin it. I do not want to kiss."

He nods his head sadly, before putting the key in his ignition and putting his car in drive.

"I'm guessing your date sucked," Quinn says from the other line as Rachel grabs an apple out of the refrigerator. She'd broached the subject multiple times. It was two weeks later and Rachel still hadn't opened up about the date she had gone on. At first, Quinn suspected Finn had done something wrong and was going to 'Beat his face in' as she put it. But Rachel assured her that Finn was nothing but a gentleman.

She frowns as she closes the fridge. "Suck is a mean word, Quinn. Finn was a very respectable boy and he took me to a very nice restaurant."

She hears Quinn grumble on the other line. "I can take you somewhere nice."

She smiles at the girl. Quinn was so adorable sometimes. "I'm sure you can, Quinn. I do not doubt your capabilities."

Biting into the apple, she travels up the stairs to her room. "I was thinking about you the whole time," she hears Quinn admit.

"Did you miss me?" she teases as she undresses.

It's silent on the other line before Quinn replies with a flippant, "Maybe."

Rachel pouts cutely at the lack luster reply. But she knows the truth. "I want you to come over."

"What time is it?"

"It's only seven," Rachel says excitedly. "And it's not even a school night."

Quinn pretends to ponder whether or not to pay the girl a visit before she replies. "Alright. I'll be over in about 15."

"See you, then. And no speeding," Rachel says, making a kissing sound into the phone before hanging up.

Quinn knocks on the door before jiggling the handle. Finding it unlocked, she steps inside, mentally chastising the Berry family for not having their door locked at all times.

She walks into the house bypassing the living room when she hears a voice call her name.

"Quinn, dear, why don't you come in here for a second?"

She knows that voice. It's James, the one she calls 'The Other Berry.' Both of Rachel's fathers were extremely nice, but James always seemed to be the one that people didn't want to mess with. Quinn knew that if she was going to have to answer to anyone about what she'd done to Rachel, it was going to be him.

"Hi, Mr. Berry," she says in a squeaky voice. "Long time no see, huh, sir?" She cautiously walks into the living room and takes a seat.

She watches as James stares unwaveringly at her. Eventually, she begins to fidget under his gaze. "Look, Mr. Berry. I'm truly sorry about everything. Rachel and I-"

"Allow me to tell you a story, Quinn," he says as he pulls up a chair to sit directly in front of her.

"When I was seventeen years old I fell in love with a boy," he begins gravely. "I was captain of the football team, had the most sought after girl in school, and was immensely popular."

James glances away briefly, an emotion flickering on his face before he continues. "I fell in love with him. But do you know know what I did?"

Quinn shakes her head back and forth, huge eyes staring at James in wonder. "What did you do?"

"He approached me in the hallway in between classes one day and grabbed my hand to hold it." James exhales roughly. "I jerked away from him and yelled…'Get away from me, fag. I don't want you.'"

Quinn visibly winces at the words that fall from James' lips. She wonders how someone could be so cruel. Then she takes a look at her former self.

"The words just flew out of my mouth. In school, in my football jersey, the typical 'jerk jock' mentality felt so…natural, I'm ashamed to say."

"It does," Quinn whispers sadly. "It feels natural to me…or at least it used to. Before Rachel."

James smiles a little at the girl. It's like looking in a mirror. "Do you know what that guy's name was?" he asks. When Quinn shakes her head in the negative, he replies. "Robert."

She almost chokes on nothing but air at the admission. "Robert? As in Mr. Berry, uh, the other Mr. Berry, Robert?"

James chuckles at her obvious surprise. He nods his head sagely. "I apologized. I begged. But he didn't talk to me again until the last two months of our senior year," he sighs at the memory. "I never stopped loving him, and I never gave up. Kind of how you are with Rachel."

Nodding her head quickly, she replies. "I really love her, sir," she says slowly.

"I know, Quinn," he says. "You have…a rare girl on your hands. My baby girl. She's so kind, loyal, forgiving. Her loyal nature she gets from me. But her forgiveness is all Robert. Sometimes I think back on that day and wonder how he did it, because…I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself. In fact, I didn't forgive myself for a long time after that."

"Rachel forgave you a long time ago, Quinn. She's a good girl."

"She's simply amazing," she says.

"Yes," he smiles. "She is. Quinn, I know what it's like to be a high school kid. To make dumb decisions. And I think you've learned your lesson. I won't stand in your way of pursuing Rachel again, but I want you to promise me one thing."

She breathes deeply, fully prepared to do whatever it took to have his blessing. "Anything," she says resolutely.

Her response didn't surprise him. It was like looking into his own past. Quinn had the same sheer determination that he did.

"I only ask that you take care of my baby girl," he says.

"I will sir," she says firmly. "Nothing like this is going to happen a second time."

Their heart to heart is broken by the sound of tiny feet at the top of the stairs. "Quinn?" Rachel calls. "When did you get here?"

She runs down the stairs and quickly smothers the girl in a hug. "Hi," she whispers.

Quinn wraps her arms around the smaller girl. "Hey, Rach."

"What were you and dad talking about?" she questions suspiciously when she pulls away.

"Nothing," Quinn says as she rocks back on her heels. "Just, you know, us elders having a conversation."

Rachel crosses her arms across her chest, nose in the air. "You're nothing but four months older than I am, Quinn."

"It shows," James says with a laugh.

"Dad!"

"Totally."

"Quinn!" Rachel huffs at the taller girl and glares menacingly at her.

Quinn smiles at her behavior. "I'm just joking, sweetheart," she says in an attempt to placate the girl.

Rachel turns to her father. "Dad, you seem to have corrupted Quinn during the short time she's been here so far. I will rescue her from your incorrigible behavior. We will be in my room."

"My hero," Quinn replies dryly as Rachel drags her up the stairs. She turns back to James and they share a smile that houses so much meaning. One of them is forgiveness.

Quinn lies on her back on Rachel's bed as the brunette lies on her side, facing her with a huge grin on her face.

"Why are you smiling?" Quinn asks with a smile of her own as she turns her head in the girl's direction.

Rachel says nothing as she buries her face in Quinn's neck. She wraps an arm around the other girl as she breathes in her scent. "I've missed you," she murmurs. It was the first time Quinn had been over her house in a long while.

And Quinn would be an idiot to not understand the weight of those three words. "I've missed you too. And I'm sorry."

She tightens her hold on the blonde in reassurance. "Quinn, you don't have to keep apologizing."

"I know," she says. "And I know you forgive me, it's just. I hurt you. A lot. And I really hate myself for it."

Rachel pulls back to look her in the eye. "Well, you're right about one thing," she whispers as she tucks a blonde lock behind Quinn's ear. "I do forgive you. So stop beating yourself up about this. Move on, Quinn. You're the only one that hasn't."

Quinn holds her breath as she stares into Rachel's eyes. They're supposed to be having a serious talk but she can't ignore how close they are. Rachel looks so peaceful and beautiful, love shining brightly in her eyes. Quinn's eyes flicker to her lips briefly before returning to Rachel's own. Her tongue darts out to wet her own lips. It had been too long. "You're a good friend," she whispers.

Rachel strokes Quinn's cheek tenderly as she smiles slyly. "I'd like to be more."

Quinn's brows crinkle. "But, I thought-"

"I can't help it," Rachel says with a simple shrug. "I want more."

"You always want more," Quinn says with a smile.

Returning her smile, Rachel leans in, testing the waters. She really wants to kiss Quinn but she's not sure how the girl will react.

Quinn stays completely still. Whatever happened at this moment had to be on Rachel. She was the one that wanted space. If she wanted them to be together again, she'd have to make a move.

She leans in the remaining distance and connects her lips with Quinn's. She feels the other girl sigh as her body goes slack. Quinn grips the back of Rachel's head and pulls her closer, licking along her lower lip with well practiced ease. When Rachel moans into her mouth, she smirks a little before sliding her tongue inside.

Moments later, Quinn's the one that pulls back for a breath. She doesn't go far though; they're still nose to nose. "I'm not easy, Berry," she whispers across her lips. "And chivalry isn't dead. Though, I shouldn't have to tell you that."

Rachel blushes at having jumped the gun a bit and decides to bite the bullet. "Quinn," she says shyly. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"I thought you'd never ask." She flips them over so that she's on top and crushes her mouth to the shorter girl's. She instantly thrusts her tongue into her mouth, drinking her very essence. Her hands fist into the sheets below her as she slips a thigh between the girl's legs.

Rachel moans into Quinn's mouth, pressing down harshly on her leg. She never knew anything could feel that good. Her hands quickly travel under Quinn's top, nails raking down her back.

Quinn continues to press firmly against the girl, allowing Rachel to set her own rhythm as she trails kisses to her neck. "Don't make noise," she growls.

Rachel nods her head as she stares at the ceiling, arching into Quinn, her hips moving faster. "What if…" she pants. "What if I said I wanted us to make love tonight?"

Quinn nips at her pulse point lovingly as she slows down. This wasn't some hook up. This was Rachel. She'd missed the girl since they'd been separated and she was getting a bit over zealous. Reigning in her hormones, she replies. "I would have two things to say." She moves up to lightly kiss Rachel on the forehead. "Actually, I would have three things to say."

"This is sounding like a no," Rachel says with a small pout.

She nuzzles into the girl's cheek as she wraps both arms around her. "It is a no." She feels Rachel tense in her arms and she tightens her hold before placing a pacifying kiss on her cheek.

"Why won't you make love to me?" she whimpers.

"For a couple of reasons," she sighs. "One: you recently went out on a date with someone that wasn't me."

"That was two weeks ago. And it didn't mean anything," Rachel says as she plays with Quinn's hair.

Quinn turns her head to the side to kiss Rachel's open palm. "I know. But I'd still like to wait until the dust settles. Call me old fashioned. Which brings me to point two. Your fathers are home."

"Only one of them," Rachel grumbles.

She smirks at that. "Yeah. And it's the one I'm afraid of so that's a double no."

"And your last reason?" Rachel questions. "You've really dampened the romantic mood."

"Good. That's means you're less likely to jump me. Reason three…I just think we should wait a while."

"Wait," she whines. "Why do we have to wait?"

"Because," Quinn whispers before leaning down and licking at Rachel's neck. "We just got back together like, ten minutes ago." She blows cool air on the patch of skin and Rachel instantly goes limp in her arms. "It's just a month."

"Wait." Rachel removes herself from Quinn's hold and sits up against the head board. "You want us to hold out for a month? You want me to hold out for a month?" she questions with disbelief. "That is a long time, Quinn. It's thirty days," she informs the blonde as if she doesn't know how many days are in a month.

"Actually," Quinn says. "It's thirty-one days."

Rachel groans as she sinks her head into a pillow. "This is torture."

Quinn laughs at the girl as she lies down beside her. She puts a hand on her hip, stroking her soft skin. "Rach, you've gone without for sixteen years. I'm sure four more weeks won't hurt you."

"It's just a month," Quinn says as she leans forward and places a chaste kiss on her lips. "And if, in that month, that you still want me, you still want us, then I'll happily make love to you."

Rachel glares at Quinn. She hated it when the blonde was right. Having sex tonight would mean jumping into something else yet again…and also getting caught by her father. Still, it sucked when Quinn was right. "You promise?"

"I promise." Glad to put out that little fire, she scoots closer to the girl. "What do you wanna do now?" she asks teasingly.

Rachel roughly grabs her by the back of her neck and crashes their lips together. There might not be any sex, but there was damn sure going to be making out and heavy petting.