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Santana tried not to react too much, she knew Quinn and Rachel didn't need to see her any worse off than she already was, she merely nodded and diverted the conversation to a different topic,

"So you should both go home and like, get showers - you like shit.."

Santana said stiffly, still obviously rattled,

"This is the thanks we get for practically living at the hospital!"

Quinn tried to lighten the mood, she playfully slapped Santana's hand with but Santana didn't even flinch. Quinn knew that Santana wasn't going to be great company until she saw Brittany - she had to get the girl back to the hospital.

"Although Santana didn't exactly put it delicately, she does have a point. Rach, you're boobs have been practically hanging out for a while now - not that I'm complaining.."

Rachel looked down and adjusted herself, huffing slightly in embarrassment,

"Come on, let's get you home... Santana, I'm so happy that you woke up - I don't know what I would have done if.."

"Yeah, well let's not go there, okay? Don't tell me you've gone all mushy now, Q.."

Quinn rolled her eyes and gave Santana's hand a squeeze,

"We'll be back as soon as we're cleaned up.."

Rachel nodded in agreement taking Quinn's hand,

"No hurry, you look pretty tired anyway, you should get some sleep."

"Now whose mushy?"

Quinn smiled at Santana and walked after Rachel who was already on her way out of the room, obviously eager for a change of clothes,

"I'm happy you're okay as well, Santana.."

Rachel added hesitantly as she reached for the door handle, Santana wasn't going to admit that she had been really glad to see Rachel so she settled for a casual,

"Yeah, bye Berry."

Quinn gave Santana one last smile, and followed Rachel out of the room. When the two had left, Santana was left alone with only her thoughts for company. Brittany actually being here was a good thing of course, but why had she left? Santana couldn't help but feel abandoned, even though she knew she had no right to feel like that. Brittany wasn't some boomerang, she couldn't just throw her away and expect her to come running back. But it still hurt Santana to think about Brittany not wanting to speak to her, she mustn't want to talk about them or anything if she left as soon as she woke up. Santana was only making herself feel worse, she had a whole speech planned, about how she didn't care anymore - she didn't care about the labels the talks the difficulty, she just wanted to be with Brittany. She was done soul-searching, the only outcome of her operation from Brittany aside from confirming her sexuality was a nasty car crash, the universe was obviously trying to tell her something. But none of that mattered anymore, because Brittany walked away. Santana pretended not to notice the tears streaming down her face as she realized she'd gotten exactly what she asked for.

LATER

"Are you sure?"

"Quinn, for the last time, my father's are still away on their cruise!"

Quinn was fiddling with her fingers nervously, sitting on the edge of Rachel's bed,

"But what if they cut their trip short? They don't know about me, or you, or any of this!"

"Honestly, you're such a drama queen Quinn!"

Quinn raised her eyebrow at the hypocritical statement but didn't make any comment as Rachel continued,

"Besides, both my father's are actually fully aware of the situation, well - they knew of my feelings for you, they don't, however, know about the latest developments.."

"So wait, they know? That you like me?"

"I think I made that quite clear.."

"Do they also know that this is the same girl that called you names and ordered numerous slushie attacks on you only last year?"

Rachel sighed, still sorting through the clothes in her drawers - she through some sweat pants and a tank top at Quinn and replied,

"Yes, Quinn, and before you ask another inane question - they're over it, just like I am, okay?"

Quinn nodded, surprised by how accepting Rachel's fathers had supposedly been about all of this. She wasn't surprised about Rachel though, she was to kind not to forgive.

"Now, I am going to use the downstairs bathroom to shower - you may use the one in my bathroom, take as much time as you need."

Quinn smiled and pecked Rachel on the lips as she moved towards Rachel's en suite,

"I'll be thinking of you.."

Quinn whispered into Rachel's ear, allowing her lips to brush against Rachel's ear lightly. She winked as pulled away, looking back she almost laughed when she saw Rachel rooted to the spot - mouth hanging open. Quinn was actually lying, she was trying her best not to think of Rachel whilst in the shower. Because Rachel was also in the shower, naked and wet. This really wasn't the time to be thinking along those lines, Quinn instead tried to distract herself with thoughts on what she should do about Brittany. She eventually came to the conclusion that the best thing to do was to go over the and just ask why she didn't go and see Santana as soon as she woke up, there had to be a reason. By the time she'd evaluated all her options and came up with a little questionnaire in her head, she had been in the bathroom for a long time. She quickly dried herself, again trying not to think about how Rachel's naked body had also touched this towel at one point. She really had to sort her priorities out, she shook her head tugging on the borrowed clothes, Rachel's sweats only covering her legs up to calves. When she re-entered Rachel's bedroom she saw Rachel lying down in he bed, spread out across the whole thing - face in a pillow. It was very cute, but Quinn had other things planned for tonight. She tapped Rachel's shoulder lightly, not caring that she was being a tad selfish, she was a woman on a mission,

"Rach..."

Rachel moaned sleepily,

"Tired, bed."

Quinn smiled at how cute Rachel looked when she was sleepy,

"Baby, wake up, I need to.. talk to you about something!"

Rachel sighed and mumbled something Quinn couldn't quite make out. Her toned legs were on show, and the almost matching tank-top she had on did nothing to calm Quinn down - it was quite clear through the thin material that Rachel wasn't wearing a bra... Rachel sat up and sat cross-legged - keeping her eyes closed she asked,

"What do you wish to talk to me about, Quinn?"

Quinn answered by pressing her lips to Rachel's, she built up the kiss slowly, it went from sweet and chaste to hot and heavy - Quinn was amazed how kissing Rachel could make her feel homely and safe, but then the next minute it could make her feel like she was about to explode with sexual frustration. Rachel pulled away first, slightly breathless,

"Good point, well made Quinn, but I really must-"

Quinn cut her off again, immediately entering her tongue into Rachel's warm mouth - it was met entusiastically with Rachel's own. When Rachel bit down on her bottom lip, Quinn's hands began roaming, starting at Rachel's hips and ending underneath her tank-top just grazing the underside of Rachel's breasts,

"Wait, stop."

Rachel pulled away, bringing her hands from the small of Quinn's back and using them to remove Quinn's,

"I'm so sorry Rach, I didn't mean to.."

"No, no it's okay - I really want to do.. that with you - just not tonight okay? We're not even officially together and I just really want it to be special, I'm sorry..."

Rachel began to move away but Quinn pulled her back,

"Hey, if anyone should be apologizing it should be me, I should have talked to you about this first. It's you're first time Rach, and it should be special, there's nothing wrong in wanting that. I promise, when you ready - I'll make it the best first time ever.."

Rachel blushed slightly but smiled up at Quinn,

"Thank you.."

Rachel said quietly, moving to get under the covers of the bed,

"Wait, wait, wait. I have a question I need to ask you... You need to look at me."

Rachel resumed her sitting position and looked at Quinn, playing with Quinn's fingers as the seconds passed,

"Rachel Barbra Berry..."

Rachel nodded, her eyes widening in frustration as Quinn dragged it out for effect, Rachel was possibly the most impatient person Quinn had ever met, she thought to herself smiling,

"Will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?"

Rachel squeaked in excitement, almost throwing Quinn off the bed when she threw her arms around her, she pulled back to kiss Quinn sweetly, she then began planting kisses all over Quinn's face, in between kisses she replied,

"It..would..be..my..pleasure!"

Quinn laughed as she detached Rachel, keeping hold of her upper arms,

"As much as I enjoy being ravished by you Rach, we really should get a bit of sleep before we go round to Brittany's..."

Rachel nodded, lifting the cover up so that Quinn could get underneath. Quinn shuffled down in the bed, sighing contentedly when Rachel spooned her from behind. Rachel closed her eyes, relishing in the sent of her girlfriends damp hair, and just the feel of her body pressing into her front, Quinn's longer legs were bent and Rachel had straightened hers out so that the feet were tangled up,

"And why are we seeing Brittany, may I ask?"

"To ask her why she walked out of the hospital, and to get her to go and see Santana before she goes all 'I'm not good enough for her', again.."

"I see, playing the matchmaker are we?"

Rachel laughed breathily into Quinn's hair,

"Just call me a regular Emma Woodhouse.."

Rachel laughed, taking her arms from around Quinn's abdomen, she was about to protest when Rachel rolled Quinn onto her back and threw something at her,

"Hey! Just because we're official now, doesn't mean you can start abusing me like this.."

Rachel rolled her eyes, punched Quinn lightly on the arm and said,

"Just look at the book, Fabray."

Quinn was confused, but she did as Rachel said - fearing another punch. The moon light was enough for Quinn to make out the title on the obviously well-read, torn and worn book. It was almost identical to her own copy, in fact it even the same edition.

"You've read this!"

Quinn didn't mean to sound incredulous, she'd just never realized Rachel was a reader, especially not an Austen reader,

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.."

Rachel closed her eyes as she quoted the novel, Quinn only stared - how had she not seen how perfect Rachel was sooner? This was it, Quinn thought to herself, this was going to be the one that stuck. They settled back into bed, Quinn was still a little awestruck,

"Looks like I got my Mr. Knightley.."

Quinn mumbled to herself smirking,

"Pardon?"

"Oh nothing.."

Quinn replied, adding firmly,

"I know we've only just made it official, but for the record - i think I'm falling in love with you."

Quinn fidgeted nervously until Rachel's strong hands stilled her from behind and, in true Rachel Berry fashion, she theatrically repeated,

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."

This is a bit Faberry heavy, isn't it? It'll all equal out - don't worry... Besides, we all love Faberry ;)