Author's note: Yeah sorry for the wait, there's a few reasons this was sooooo late-
My car broke and I was too depressed to write, My head hit concrete at work and I was too concussed to write, I listened to a song and had an overwhelming idea for another story that took me about five days to write, I decided to insert a chapter in a place where there was no chapter (lol) and it was sort of forced so it took me a minute to write, and finally my dad loves me and bought me a new car and I had to take overtime at work so I can pay him back as soon as possible, but excuses excuses...
So to make it up to you I have this chapter now and if you're still interested in the story another chapter ready to post later...let me know :)
Thanks to all readers, reviewers and commenters, I love you ;)

Chapter 9

Quinn drove back to Rachel's house in silence. Every now and then she would let her gaze flicker from the road and fall on the brunette sitting next to her. Most of the time when she glanced over Rachel was sitting with her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips as her chest rose and fell and Quinn thought that she had fallen asleep until she glanced over and saw that Rachel was staring at her. "I can feel you looking at me Quinn." She said as she broke the gaze and tried to clear her head a little.

Rachel shrugged and closed her eyes again trying to ignore the fact that her body had a sudden urge to expel all of the alcohol that she had consumed. Quinn glanced over at her again trying to be a little more stealth this time and Rachel let out a tiny groan. "Tell me if you need me to pull over."

"I don't get sick, Quinn. It's bad for my voice." Rachel murmured.

"You had fun, huh?"

"Mmm." Rachel said non committally as she closed her eyes again. "It was weird to be at a party hosted by Santana." Rachel said when Quinn didn't push her and when a few deep breaths had helped her manage her stomach. "But nice. Santana is much more pleasant without the Cheerios uniform." Rachel looked over at Quinn. "And so were you."

"No I wasn't, Rachel. I was still awful."

Rachel let the silence fill the car as she thought about Quinn Fabray as she had been in high school. There had been a number of times during the course of the last few months that she had found her thoughts wandering toward her teen years in Lima, but usually she was blessed with a busy schedule and a busy mind and she never had time to dwell on it. Sitting in a rental car, drunk off her ass and suddenly Rachel Berry's thoughts had nowhere else to go. "Yeah, but once the uniform was off, your heart wasn't in it anymore." Rachel smiled and closed her eyes again as she let her head rest back against the seat.

"Why'd you leave, Rachel? After Glee got a second chance and Finn told you he loved you?" Quinn took her eyes off of the road and looked over at her companion. Rachel's eyes were still closed but Quinn could tell by the tone of her voice that the smile that tugged at her lips was a sad one.

Rachel thought about the question that Quinn had asked and tried not to think about the reasons that she had left Lima. She swallowed the sudden urge to be sick and turned her mouth into a small smile. "Maybe one day when I'm not so drunk I'll tell you about it." Quinn watched Rachel's throat move again as she swallowed and repeated her previous offer to stop the car. When Rachel took a deep breath and shook her head Quinn went back to watching the road. "Do you love Lacey, Quinn?"

The question pierced Quinn's ears into deafness as it rolled around in her brain for what seemed like an eternity. No one had ever questioned her feelings for Lacey before, and for whatever reason Quinn wanted to be honest with Rachel when she answered this question. She let the silence steal all of the oxygen in the car before she answered. "Sometimes." She said quietly.

Rachel felt the car stop and turn off. She accepted Quinn's answer as the truth even if she knew it was a deflection and opened her door. She was surprised when she lost her balance and even more surprised when Quinn caught her as she had not even seen the other woman get out of the car. "Is that enough for you?" She asked as she met hazel eyes.

"Sometimes." Rachel didn't know why, but she giggled at Quinn's answer and the blonde threw one of Rachel's arms around her shoulders and led her toward the house. She was still giggling when they walked in the house and Quinn did her best to shush her while trying to get an answer on where her bedroom was.

Rachel's giggles went silent when Quinn pushed her up against the wall and put her fingers over Rachel's mouth. "Shh. We don't want to wake your fathers. They probably won't be happy at your current state. Where is your bedroom?"

Rachel was aware that Quinn was talking but she couldn't quite sort out what the words were because she had suddenly become hyper aware of their position. All she could feel was the wall at her back, Quinn's fingers on her lips and her other hand steadying her gently by the hip and her breath tickling her cheek as Quinn whispered to her urgently. When she met Quinn's eyes for the third time that night her own were dark, almost black with desire and Quinn tried to look away before she did something that they would both regret.

Just as she was about to drop her gaze and take a step back from the brunette Rachel whispered, "Kiss me." And then Quinn couldn't tear her eyes away and she couldn't move. "Please," Rachel pleaded in a whisper. "Just once, I'll probably forget about it by morning." And even as drunk as she was Rachel knew it wasn't true. She knew that if Quinn allowed their lips to touch it would be the only thing she ever remembered.

Quinn sighed and leaned her forehead against Rachel's, fighting with her mind and body over Rachel's request. Rachel's hands had snaked around her neck and her own hands were resting on Rachel's hips as the space between them slowly disappeared. Rachel closed her eyes and her breath hitched as she felt Quinn's body so close to hers, she could feel the heat from Quinn's mouth when she felt the blonde push away from her causing her to lose her balance.

Quinn lost her battle as soon as the word please escaped Rachel's mouth and she moved in slowly to grant her request when she heard a throat clear behind her. A moment later and they were both blinded by the light being turned on and Quinn jumped back toward Rachel to keep her from falling. The little brunette clung to her as she tried to shield her eyes from the light and Quinn looked up into the eyes of Rachel's fathers, ready for them to flip out. "Do you girls have any idea what time it is, we thought you were an intruder." Quinn noticed the bat in his hand as he looked at them disapprovingly.

"Sorry, sir." Quinn met both men's eyes as she apologized wanting to convey her sincerity.

"Sorry, Daddy." Rachel mumbled into Quinn's shoulder. Quinn noticed both of the men's faces soften at the sound of their daughters voice. "Quinn." Rachel looked at her and Quinn winced at her expression. The commotion had caused Rachel's face to become pale and panicked and Quinn looked back at her Dads. "Bathroom?" She asked quickly. The Berry men both pointed and moved out of the way.

Rachel and Quinn sank to the floor and Rachel's fathers watched from the doorway as the blonde rubbed their daughters back and whispered soothingly in her ear. "I can not get sick Quinn. I haven't thrown up since I was in second grade and my gag reflex stopped working." Quinn chuckled and leaned back over to whisper in Rachel's ear. Rachel curled tighter into a ball and clutched her stomach as Quinn continued whispering to her and a moment later the tiny girl sprung up and leaned over the toilet.

Quinn gathered Rachel's long brown waves in her hand and held them at the back of her head as her other hand soothed over Rachel's back. When she was finished she helped Rachel stand and took the glass of water and Tylenol that Rachel's father (the one she had called Daddy) held out and gave them to her friend.

"Toothbrush?" She asked and he disappeared for a moment and returned with one along with a bottle of Listerine. She smiled and turned back to his daughter.

"Well I can see that she's in good hands. Her bedroom is upstairs, last door on the left. I'll leave the light on for you." With those words he gave Quinn an amused smile and turned to go back to bed.

Quinn helped Rachel brush her teeth and led her up the stairs to her bedroom. By this time Rachel was ready to pass out and she was dead weight on Quinn's arm as she let Rachel fall onto her bed. She rifled around and found some pajamas and sighed as she walked over to the bed and pulled Rachel into a sitting position. She tried not to let her fingers graze against Rachel's skin as she lifted the small dress over the singers head, but they did anyway and she noticed Rachel shiver as she did her best to hold her arms up so Quinn could undress her.

To her credit Quinn only froze for a moment at the sight of the dancer's body clad only in black lace before she shook her head and scolded herself. She pulled the blankets up over Rachel and turned toward the door when she heard Rachel's voice, "Stay." Her voice was weak with exhaustion and Quinn turned toward the door …

Rachel woke the next morning with a dry mouth and a light dizziness in her head. She groaned as she sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes as she caught sight of a bottle of Tylenol and Gatorade sitting by her alarm clock. She shook out three pills and opened the Gatorade, noticing that it was almost noon. She groaned again and headed toward her bathroom.

"Morning, Daddy." She said as she poured some coffee and sat at the counter in front of her father. "Where's Dad?"

"Morning, Baby Girl. He had an emergency at the hospital, but he says we're still on for dinner later." Rachel smiled as she sipped her coffee, as always liking the way her Daddy's nickname for her sounded to her heart. "So….Someone had fun last night." He gave her a mischievous smile and she blushed under his gaze.

"Sorry we woke you." She said sheepishly into her coffee cup.

"It's a good thing. I think you were trying to get back to New York without introducing us to your girlfriend." Rachel blushed a deeper red remembering the position that her parents had discovered them in.

"She's not my girlfriend, Daddy." Rachel replied and Brian arched an eyebrow at the longing he could hear behind her words. "It's complicated." She said by way of explanation.

"Mmm. Love always is when you're young." He smiled at his daughter and tousled her hair. She slapped away his hand playfully and when their laughter had died he spoke again. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Rachel shrugged. "She's seeing someone else, she's as stubborn as I am and she refuses to admit that we are perfect for each other." Brian tried not to chuckle at his daughter's scowl, and his heart warmed that fame had not ruined his pride and joy. She was still herself in every way possible, she was still stubborn and impatient and gave her heart so easily while wearing it on her sleeve. It was the last part that worried him the most he had seen what people's cruelty had done to his daughter in the past and he hoped this new girl wouldn't hurt his baby. "I don't think she even loves this other woman."

Rachel frowned thoughtfully and her Daddy reached over and covered her tiny hand with his own. "Well after what I saw last night I know that she cares a lot about you, maybe she just needs some time, honey. It's never easy to leave a relationship."

"Snails move faster than this woman, Daddy!" Rachel exclaimed.

Brian laughed and hugged his daughter and kissed the top of her head affectionately. "Well anyone who holds your hair back and brushes your teeth for you is worth a little waiting. Just do me a favor, Baby Girl, and don't wait too long okay?" Rachel rolled her eyes at her father telling her to be careful with her heart and then hugged him back. "I love you too." She told him with a smile as he carried his coffee and newspaper into the living room…