A/N: Oh, F word. It's already half way through December, and I'm still only half way through 2011. But I did get a 3.75 GPA for my first quarter at a University, so yay on me. There are four more chapters after this until the end. Long chapters like this. I don't know if I'm going to finish this story before the end of the year. But we'll see. It'll be done soon. Anyway, let's move on.
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Okay, I don't really follow tumblr. But I do creep on this one. Why? Because onthedl- is the creater of that lovely trailer for this fic (and I'm pimping out her tumblr because I didn't do it last time). And I'm fans of people that are fans of me (and that means all of you). This is one of the places where I find faberry gifs/pics or hilarious FRIENDS gifs or where I find out what happened on Glee. Confession: I don't actually watch the show. I've only seen a few episodes. I do skim the recap on afterellen though.
I mean, Heather Hogan (from afterellen) said it best: How do you get the most out of Glee? Fan fiction.
Read. Ponder. Enjoy.
December 25, 2011
It was a combination of the vibration of her phone and Jinx that woke Quinn up. She groaned and opened an eye, squinting against the sun, and smiled as she watched Jinx meow and nudge the device with her nose. She reached over the cat to grab her phone and opened up the text.
Wake up.
Quinn gave a tired sort of chuckle and turned around to open up her laptop that was on what was usually, when she was here, Rachel's pillow. Within seconds, the diva was skyping her. She accepted the call and sighed happily at the image of her girlfriend in her own bed, already dressed for the day.
"Hello, beautiful."
Rachel smiled. "Merry Christmas, baby."
Quinn grinned and snuggled further into her covers.
"Merry Christmas," she mumbled happily as she wrapped an arm around her cat and pulled her away from the screen where she was pawing at Rachel. The brunette giggled and waved at the small animal.
"Goodmorning, Jinxie."
Meow, meow, meow. Quinn rolled her eyes and covered Jinx's face with her hand. "Shush, Jinx. Let me talk to my woman."
Jinx struggled briefly before resigning to cuddle into her side. Rachel narrowed her eyes playfully.
"Don't be rough with her."
The blonde grinned. "I'm sorry, dear."
"Mmm, I love it when you apologize to me," she smirked. Quinn shook her head with a small laugh. "So when can I see you today?"
The soccer player closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose into her pillow, smelling the faint traces of Rachel on it. "Well, I have plans with my – "
"Rudolph , the red nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw him, you would even say it glows. All of the other reinde –"
"Abigail! Shut the fuck up!"
"Nora, don't curse at your sister! It's Christmas!"
"It's eight in the morning!"
"Merry Christmas, Nora-doodle! I love you!"
". . . I love you too, goofball."
Quinn stared over at her bedroom door. "With my fantastically normal family during the day."
Rachel giggled. "I love waking up to your sisters' silliness."
"I love waking up to you more" Quinn grinned lazily and Rachel blew her a kiss. "Can I see you tonight, baby?"
The brunette smiled and nodded. "You will. After my fathers and I spend a little quality family time together, they will be setting off to Columbus for some Dad and Daddy alone time, leaving me to fend for myself for the weekend. We've already given each other the Hanukah presents for the next two days and they're going to be back for the last day. However, this year they have decided that I can't stay in the house by myself, so they spoke to Judy and she has allowed me to stay with you until they get back."
"Really? That sounds fantastic," Quinn beamed at that and sat up a little against the headboard. Then she pouted. "Wait, why won't they let you stay at your house alone?"
That sweet smile on the diva's face morphed into a smirk. "Because I have an insatiable girlfriend and they don't want us to christen every available surface in my house."
Quinn's eyes widened. "Oh God, you just made me blush," she mumbled, feeling her burning cheeks with her hands, "Please tell me they didn't say that."
"Well," Rachel giggled, "not as bluntly."
Quinn sighed with only a little bit of relief because, God, that's embarrassing. She scowled playfully at her girlfriend. "It's all your fault we got caught in the first place."
Rachel grinned. "It's not like we were woken up by your mother."
"We were woken up by my mother."
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows in adorable contemplation.
"No, I believe Abigail was the one to wake us up that morning."
"She woke us up for my mother."
"Oh, details details," the brunette dismissed with a wave of her hand, "So our privacy is a little breeched; we are still allowed the luxury of sleeping in the same bed."
Quinn smiled, nodding her head as her hand absently scratched behind Jinx's ear.
"If only you could keep quiet, then it wouldn't even matter if the door was open," she mumbled teasingly under her breath. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"As if that stops your wandering hands anyway."
Quinn giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "You love it."
Rachel bit her lip to try to contain her smile and she winked.
"Rachel! Let's go, honey!"
"Coming!" Rachel lifted her head, propped it on a bent elbow, and shouted at her door before pouting back at Quinn. "I must take my leave."
Quinn chuckled. "Tell your dads I said Merry Christmas."
"Okay," Rachel said as she sat up against her headboard, pushing back her screen so that she was still in view. Rachel bit her lip and smiled. "I love you, Quinn."
Quinn took a sharp, quiet inhale of breath and her heart stopped for a brief moment before it thumped wildly in her chest. She beamed; it never failed to amaze her how fortunate enough she was to hear those words directed to her from the mouth of Rachel Barbara Berry. A phrase the diva threw around often and easily, but never lightly.
"I love you too," she whispered. Her eyes sparkled. Happy tears, she thought distantly, happiest tears I've ever cried.
Rachel stared at her so intently through the webcam, it was like she could reach out and touch her, kiss her, hold her. Then Rachel's eyes shifted down to Jinx who was tucked into Quinn's side and wiggled her fingers. "Bye, baby."
Jinx meowed. Quinn grinned and nudged the small cat. "Go say bye to Rachel."
Jinx swished her tail and walked over to the screen, making sure not to step on the keys because Quinn tended to scold her when she did that. She rubbed her face against the screen and the webcam, purring as Rachel giggled.
"Alright, you've had your fill," Quinn grumbled and picked up the cat. She kissed Jinx twice on the head (once for Rachel) and put her down on the floor. Then she looked back at Rachel. "I'll see you later, baby. Love you."
Rachel beamed. "Love you too."
They blew kisses to each other and Quinn took another moment to stare at her girlfriend before ending the call. She sighed and closed the laptop before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair and stood up to walk out of her bedroom, Jinx on her heels. In the hallway she could hear her sisters talking in Nora's room a couple of doors down and could smell the delicious aroma of Christmas breakfast coming from the kitchen. She walked to the stairs and bent down to pick Jinx up afore descending them.
Halfway down the stairs, she stopped and closed her eyes as a small, dizzying rush went through her brain. The door bell rang and she shook her head, rocking back slightly on her heels. There was a meow behind her and she turned around to watch Jinx run down the stairs and past her feet. She watched her trot to the door and lift up on her hind legs to reach for the doorknob.
"I got it!" Quinn called out in a daze as she walked down the rest of the steps. She pushed Jinx gently away with her foot before opening the door.
"Merry Christmas!"
Quinn beamed and giggled at the sight of a bundled up Rachel with a couple of presents in her arms, a brown inconspicuous bag in her hands and a duffle over her shoulder. The sky was dark and starry behind her. Quinn grabbed the brown bag and the overnight bag from Rachel, throwing it over her own shoulder. She reached over and pulled the scarf down that covered the bottom of Rachel's face and leaned forward to kiss the smiling lips.
"Merry Christmas, love."
Rachel giggled softly and stepped into the warm house, shaking her adorable beanie clad head of the stray snowflakes. Jinx scampered around Rachel's feet as they walked to the living room, begging for some Berry cuddles. Luck was asleep in front of the fireplace while Amy and Abigail were cuddling on the couch by the glowing Christmas tree; Amy was dozing off on Abby's chest, her arms wrapped securely around her waist. The cheerleader stared hypnotized at the roaring fire, a piece of half eaten cake on the table in front of her. Abigail noticed them and she grinned at the presents.
"For me?" she asked excitedly, making Amy open her eyes and Luck lift up his head. The raven-haired girl smiled tiredly at the two girls.
"Merry Christmas," she murmured as she lifted up a little so her head lay next to Abby's. Luck stood up and stretched before walking over and sitting in front Rachel's legs, waiting obediently for the petting that usually came with the diva's appearance.
Rachel smiled at them while she scratched the husky behind his ears. "Merry Christmas. I got something for you guys."
She reached into her large coat pocket to give Luck a new doggie rope toy and he sniffed it curiously before grabbing it in his teeth and taking it back to his previous laying place to gnaw on it. Rachel then handed them a small present and Abigail ripped it open with a large, bright smile.
"Oh, eff yes!" Abigail squealed, 11/22/63 by Stephen King almost glowing in all of its glory in her hands. "Thank you, Rachie-Rach. You're so swe – "
"Dibs."
Abigail's face fell.
"Noooo," she moaned out and pouted, looking completely devastated as Amy took the book out of her hand. "Baby, don't do this."
Amy bit her lip, but couldn't contain the amused smirk. "But I called dibs. Those are the rules."
"But I read faster."
"Well, I finish books faster because you get distracted easier," Amy teased as she moved to hold the book over her head, practically having to straddle Abigail when she tried to reach for it.
Abigail's pout became more prominent. She looked to Rachel and Quinn for help, but found none as the girls just giggled at her. She turned back to Amy and circled her arms around her girlfriend's waist, sitting up a little. "I'll trade you my cake for the book."
"You are not bribing me with your half eaten piece of cake."
"Come on, baby, take the cake," Abigail reached over and carefully picked up the cake, holding it up to Amy's mouth. "Eat the cake, Anna Mae."
Amy backed her head away and narrowed her eyes playfully. "Don't start with that."
"It's damn good cake," Abigail smirked, leaning forward a little bit more. "Eat the cake."
"I don't want the cake," Amy giggled, falling to her back and twisting her face away as the blonde hovered over her.
"Don't make me tell you again, girl. Eat the cake, Anna Mae!"
Quinn watched utterly bemused as Amy and Abigail sort of wrestled with each other, getting a little bit of cake on their faces. She leaned over to Rachel and whispered into her ear. "Look at what you started."
Rachel chuckled and shrugged. "I just wanted to see what would happen."
She reached over to Quinn and unzipped her overnight bag. She pulled out another copy of 11/22/63 and dropped it by the girls' heads on the couch. Abigail's eyes brightened even more and she held the book to her chest with her clean hand. She turned around to lie on her back, still on top of Amy, and smiled brightly at Rachel.
"You are seriously the coolest person I've ever met," she said sincerely, taking a generous bite of her cake. Amy mouthed a relieved 'thank you' at Rachel before smiling down at Abigail and wiping some frosting from the cheerleader's face. Abigail leaned her head back and smiled, pushed out her cheek and tapped it with her finger. Amy giggled and kissed her cheek making Abigail shimmy with giddiness. She swallowed the mouthful of cake. "We are totally racing each other."
Amy rolled her eyes. As if she expected any less. "What do you get if you win?"
Abigail smirked, held two open fingers up to her mouth, and licked the air between them.
Quinn shut her eyes and grabbed Rachel's hand to pull her away. "Come on, Rach. My innocent eyes don't need to see this."
Rachel chuckled and followed her to the kitchen, leaving the snuggling girls giggling on the couch. Judy was sitting at the island reading a magazine while eating gingerbread cookies and Nora was lying on the couch watching Hey Arnold! on Netflix. Judy looked up and smiled at the girls.
"Merry Christmas, Rachel," she greeted happily. Rachel beamed and gave her a hug. "Nora, greet our guest."
"Mer' Chrissmas," Nora mumbled, her eyes glued to the television screen.
Judy sucked her teeth disapprovingly and rolled her eyes. She looked back over at Rachel with a small shake of her head and the brunette giggled.
"Merry Christmas," Rachel said and reached over to grab the brown bag from Quinn. "I come with a gift from my fathers. For you and Nora. They didn't have the time to wrap it, but I'm sure that will be the least of your worries."
Judy waved her hand. "They didn't have to get me anything, period."
She opened up the bag and pulled out a bottle of wine. She turned it over in her hands and read the front of the label, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping to the counter. Chteau Lafite Rothschild Pauillac 1995. A bottle of wine that probably cost more than Quinn wanted to know.
"Nora, honey, come look at our present," she called out to her daughter in awe. Nora paused her show and walked over to them, giving Rachel a tired smile. She looked down at the bottle and gasped. She glanced back up at Rachel and grinned.
"Oh, she's a keeper, Quinnie," she said as she walked over to the cabinet to grab a wine glass.
"No, Nora, put that away," Judy said and tried to hand back the bottle, even if a little reluctantly. "Rachel, this is far too expensive. Tell your fathers I can't accept this."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Nora rushed over to grab the bottle and held it to her chest. "Let me take my half before you just start giving away presents and stuff."
Judy scoffed, "Nora, don't be a bra – "
Nora gasped, looking absolutely scandalized. "Don't you say it, mother."
"Judy, I will tell you now, they won't accept it back," said Rachel with a very amused smile. "You may as well enjoy it. It was from their personal collection."
Nora beamed.
"You're a doll," she leaned forward to kiss the brunette's cheek before holding up a glass to Judy. "Should I grab one for you? Yes? Okay."
"Thank you, Nora," Judy smiled at her eldest before turning back to Rachel. "How was your day, dear?"
"Honestly, it was nothing short of magical, Judy. How about yours?"
Judy grinned. "My daughters always keep my Christmas interesting."
"I'm sure they do," Rachel winked at Quinn, giving her a small nudge with her elbow.
"She's not talking about me," Quinn said with a sweet smile, "I'm the normal one and she loves me."
"Ha."
Quinn glared at Nora who smirked at her from behind a glass of wine.
Judy chuckled. "All of my daughters are crazy."
"Maybe a little bit," Quinn smirked and grabbed Rachel's hand, pulling her towards the stairs. "As long as we can all agree that Abigail is the craziest."
Nora held out her hand and Quinn gave her a high five as they passed her. Rachel giggled and waved a quick goodbye before they left the kitchen. They walked up the stairs to Quinn's room and the blonde dropped Rachel's bag by her bed. She flicked on the bedside lamp.
"I think my family loves you more than me."
Rachel chuckled and wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist from behind. She placed a small kiss on the back of her shoulder.
"Well, they don't love you like I do."
Quinn smiled and turned around in the embrace. She took the beanie off of Rachel's head and raked her fingers through the brown hair. She whispered an 'I love you' against her lips before kissing her softly. They both smiled into the kiss, their bodies melting into each other. Quinn pulled away when she felt the present in Rachel's hand digging into her back. She reached behind her and grabbed it, stepping away slightly to hold it between them.
"Is this for me?"
Rachel beamed and nodded, bending down to pick up Jinx who had been circling her feet for attention ever since she entered the house. Quinn smiled as she watched Rachel reach into her coat pocket and pull out a small mouse toy. She held it up to Jinx who grabbed it from her hand and purred. Quinn chuckled.
"You spoil her."
Rachel shrugged as she kissed the top of the cats head. "I spoil you, too. I don't hear you complaining."
"Yes, well, I'm your girlfriend. You're not dating my pussy," Quinn paused in her meticulous unwrapping of her present to wiggle her eyebrows and smirk at her girlfriend, "cat."
"So vulgar," Rachel chastised softly with a light slap to Quinn's stomach, but her eyes were nervous. She gently bit on her bottom lip as she waited.
Quinn pulled the wrapper down, letting it fall to the floor, and gasped. It was a brown faux leather sketchbook with an obscure sketch of Rachel that Quinn drew a year ago embossed on the cover. She ran her finger along the image and flipped through the blank, thick paper, letting out a watery laugh. It was beautiful. She loved this sketchbook so much she was able to finish it within the year. Most of the images were of Rachel. The rest were inspired by her.
On the inside cover, the usually verbose woman simply wrote: I love you – Rachel Berry. A gold star sticker at the end.
She looked back up at Rachel, holding the sketchbook close to her chest. She reached over and grabbed the brunette's hand to pull her closer. She gently picked up Jinx, who had a mouth full of the toy mouse, from Rachel and set her on the floor before wrapping the brunette up in her arms. Rachel smiled shyly.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it, baby, thank you," Quinn whispered, placing a small kiss on the tip of Rachel's nose. "It's perfect. Just like you."
Rachel smiled. That kind of shy, happy, relieved smile that was Quinn's favorite. They leaned in for a kiss, or two, or three before the blonde pulled away.
"I have something for you, too."
Quinn led Rachel to sit on her bed before walking to her desk. She set down the sketchbook with care and picked up a small satin pouch. She poured the contents, a couple of engraved silver rings, into the palm of her hand and smiled softly. They were simple. Subtle romance.
Her specialty.
She walked back over to Rachel and stood between her legs.
"Open your hand."
Rachel complied and Quinn dropped one of the rings onto the middle of her palm. The diva ran her finger along the words on the outside. Just like an angel off the page. The tears welled up in her eyes.
"Quinn – "
"Look on the inside."
Rachel tilted the ring to see the small engraving on the inside of the ring.
Q.F.
She shook her head, letting the tears roll down her cheeks, and smiled brightly.
"This is beautiful, baby," she whispered, looking up into the shining hazel eyes. "I love it."
Quinn beamed and opened up her hand to show her her ring. Rachel picked it up and grinned at the lyric. Just like a star across my sky. And on the inside: R.B, with a small star at the end. She looked back up at the blonde.
"Can I put it on you?"
The blonde nodded her head vigorously. She watched Rachel grab her left hand and poise the ring over her wedding finger. Quinn gasped silently, her eyes shooting to the brown orbs that were watching her intently. Originally, they put the rings on their right middle fingers; it felt safer in the early stages of their relationship. The ring finger was so final, so eternal. And when Rachel slipped the silver band onto her finger, she let out a relieved breath. It was a symbol.
They are forever. Even if it's just in her imagination.
She grabbed Rachel's ring and slipped it onto her wedding finger. She trailed her hand up the brunette's arm and cupped her cheek, wiping away the tears with her thumb. Rachel leaned her face further into the caressing touches.
"You spoil me."
Quinn chucked.
"Yes, well," she reached up to fiddle with the pendant that hung against Rachel's chest, "you're my star."
Rachel beamed at her and began to scoot back on the bed towards the headboard, pulling Quinn with her until they were both lying down. Quinn hovered over her, her forearms by the brunette's head, their legs a tangled mess. They whispered their 'I love you's against each other's lips before meeting in a slow kiss. Quinn pulled away slightly, her lips brushing against Rachel's with every breath that they took, and looked into those dark, aroused eyes. She glanced quickly at her open door; the chance of anyone coming up stairs at this time was slim. She smirked down at her girlfriend.
"Do you think you can keep quiet?"
Rachel matched her smirk.
"Turn off the light."
Quinn reached over to the lamp and blanketed them in darkness.
Other than the quiet gasps, whispered proclamations of love and barely there moans, they were as quiet as a mouse.
Karen walked into Quinn's apartment with a smile on her face. Mitchell walked out of the bedroom and sighed.
"It's only Karen," he called back into the bedroom.
"Hi, Karen!" Tim shouted.
"Hey, Tim," Karen greeted back, before scowling at her brother. "Whoa. Please, calm your excitement."
Mitchell chuckled and stuck his head back into the bedroom. "Hey, Tim, we're going to go out for a smoke. Are you good in here?"
"Yeah, yup," he said distractedly, clicking away on the computer. "Have fun."
Mitch grinned and grabbed his sister's arm, pulling her with him out of the apartment.
December 18, 2011
Quinn lied down on Rachel's bed, letting the brunette cuddle into her side. She buried her nose into Rachel's hair, wrapping her arms around her waist. She smiled at the soft kiss that was placed on her collarbone.
"Did you enjoy your birthday, baby?"
Rachel giggled, nodding against the blonde's chest.
"It was perfect," she whispered. She lifted on her elbows and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind Quinn's ear. "You didn't have to do all of that though."
Quinn chuckled with a roll of her eyes. Really, she didn't do much. She took Rachel to the new restaurant just outside of town and they took a walk to look at the Christmas lights before going back to the Berries to watch Funny Girl and cuddle. And a little bit of birthday sex when Rachel's fathers stepped out of the house for a half an hour. Then cuddle.
"Actually, I have something else for you."
Quinn slid off the bed and walked over to her duffle bag to grab the small, golden, rectangular jewelry box. Rachel's eyes widened and she shook her head.
"Quinn, you didn't . . ."
"Oh, but I did," Quinn smirked as she crawled back on top of the bed. She handed over the gift before wrapping her arms around Rachel's waist and laying her head on her shoulder. "And I'm not taking it back either, so you better like it."
Rachel nudged her with her elbow causing Quinn to giggle. She opened up the box slowly and gasp, her hand shooting to cover her mouth. It was a thin gold chain with a star pendant. It shouted Rachel Berry. Quinn smiled as she watched Rachel trace her finger the points of the star.
"They're kind of your thing, right?"
Rachel chuckled, her eyes shining brightly, and nodded. She pulled the necklace out of the box and held it up.
"Put it on me?"
Quinn grabbed the necklace from her, letting their fingers brush together. Rachel held her hair up and Quinn delicately clasped it around her neck, placing a small kiss between her shoulder blades and smirking at the shivers that coursed through her girlfriend's body. Rachel picked at Quinn's jeans with a pout as it rubbed against her bare legs.
"Put on your pajamas."
Quinn frowned. "But that means I have to move."
Rachel just ignored her and nudged her off of the bed. With a huff, Quinn walked over to the bedroom door and pushed it closed as she began to unbutton her pants. She turned around as she pushed her jeans down her hips and smirked over her shoulder at the quiet moan that sounded from the diva. Rachel's eyes were glued to her ass so she bent down to pull the clothing off of her legs and giggled.
"I should get paid for this little show that I'm giving you," she whispered huskily. Rachel smiled.
"It's my birthday. You should've done this anyway, without my prompting," Rachel said as she leaned back against her headboard, getting comfortable. "Please, continue."
Quinn chuckled and reached into her overnight bag to pull out her flannel pajama pants (because she can't wear close to nothing in freezing weather like Rachel can) and slipped them on. Then she walked over to the side of the bed and fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
"Can you help me?"
Rachel bit her lip and rose up on her knees. Her fingers traced lightly up Quinn's abs as she lifted the shirt up and threw the clothing across the room. She popped open the blonde's bra and took it off, placing small kisses and nips along her chest. Quinn ran her fingers through Rachel's and gripped the strands when a warm mouth covered her nipple. She guided Rachel's head up to capture her lips in a searing kiss and didn't pull away until they were absolutely breathless. She lightly tapped Rachel's cheek with her hand.
"Are you trying to get us in trouble?"
Rachel smirked softly. She shrugged.
"My fathers might understand. It is my birthday."
Quinn chuckled and placed one last kiss on Rachel's lips before leaning down to grab her shirt. She slipped it on, opened the bedroom door and climbed back on the bed to cuddle into Rachel. The brunette's hands immediately crept under her shirt to splay on her back as she tucked her head under Quinn's chin.
"Baby?" Rachel whispered against her skin.
"Hmm?"
There was a small pause and Quinn looked down at the head of hair, rubbing soothing circles on Rachel's back.
"Are you going to prom this year?"
Quinn's body tensed and her hands froze in place. She had forgotten about prom. She was far too preoccupied with other things, like college and her relationship. And now, the thought of prom brought up uncomfortable feelings.
"Do you want to go?"
Rachel paused again before nodding.
"Yes," she whispered. She lifted up on her elbows to hover over Quinn, raking her fingers through the short blonde hair. "But if you don't want to go, then I don't want to go either. You know I don't mind staying in."
Quinn bit her lip as she stared into vulnerable brown eyes. She knew Rachel really wanted to go to prom. And she still felt bad that she was the reason Rachel missed her junior prom. The diva was really understanding. Prom brought back a lot of memories that she had tried hard to forget (the natural way). But, honestly, what harm would it really do to go to her senior prom with the woman she loved? She's had a year to slowly fix her mistakes and herself.
Besides, Rachel really wanted to go. When could she have ever denied her anything?
Before Quinn could come up with an answer, Rachel leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "You don't have to answer now. Just – c-can you think about it?"
Quinn gave her a small smile and nodded. "Of course, Rach. I'll think about it."
Rachel smiled and kissed her softly before cuddling back up to her with her head in the crook of her neck. Quinn closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the petite body, slipping her hands underneath Rachel's shirt to satisfy the need for skin on skin contact. They would fall asleep like this. With the light on and the covers kicked to the foot of the bed. Later, one of Rachel's dads would come in to shut off the light and put the blankets over them to keep them warm, but for now they depended solely on each other for a comfortable good night's sleep.
"Quinn?"
"Yeah?"
She could feel Rachel's smile against her neck.
"I'm really happy you went to prom with me."
Quinn chuckled and placed a kiss on top of her head.
"I'm really happy I went to prom with you, too."
"So, I assume we've come to a similar conclusion about the events of tonight."
Karen chuckled and took the cigarette offered to her. "I just need to do one thing, and I will be absolutely positive."
Mitchell lit both of their cigarettes and huddled around Karen's phone as she pulled up her facebook. She went to Tina's profile and searched through her friends. Both Quinn and Rachel were listed.
"Just as I thought," Karen murmured as she looked through some of Tina's pictures. "Oh, look, she went to high school with them."
Mitchell blew out a few smoke rings and twirled his lighter between his fingers.
"She's going to try and get them back together."
Karen nodded as she pocketed her phone and leaned against the apartment building.
"Should we tell Tim?"
November 24, 2011
At first, Quinn was a little bit nervous about the big Thanksgiving get together at her house. Rachel's dads and Amy's parents came over. They all had a big, wonderful dinner with jokes and easy conversation. Then the parents started sharing "funny" stories about their children with each other over some glasses of wine, and Amy and Abigail decided to take Luck on a walk that they had yet to come back from.
At the end of the day, Quinn had no idea why she was nervous at all. It was one of the best Thanksgivings she's ever had.
Rachel and Quinn took their cups of tea and a blanket to the front porch for a little bit of alone time and was greeted by the smell of cigarettes. They turned their heads to find Nora smoking in one of the chairs on the other side of the porch, grinning at them with her cell phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear.
"Hello, lovelies," she chirped at them. Then she rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not talking to you, loser. My sister and her girlfriend just infiltrated my peace and quiet."
They smiled sweetly at her and cuddled up on the rocking loveseat, wrapping the large blanket around them.
"Hi, Jason."
"Quinn says hi."
Rachel laid her head on Quinn's shoulder and sipped her tea. "Who's Jason?"
Quinn smirked. "Nora's boyfriend."
The older Fabray glared at her and flicked her ashes in their direction before going back to her conversation.
"Alright. Yeah, I'll talk to you later. Bye." She hung up and crushed her cigarette in the ashtray. "You better stop spreading those lies, little sister. He is not my boyfriend."
Quinn chuckled and leaned down to whisper into Rachel's ear. "She wishes he was her boyfriend."
Nora pouted at her. "I really do, though. Oh my God, Rachel, you'd love him."
Rachel smiled. "Really?"
"He could be your brother," she said seriously.
Quinn nodded. "He loves Broadway, he's an actor, and is completely adorable."
"Aww!" Rachel cooed. "I love him already! You should ask him out."
"I will," Nora said confidently as she popped a mint into her mouth. "I just need to make sure I won't scare him off with my secret dorkiness."
"He totally likes you, just do it," Quinn said exasperated. "Your dorkiness is not that much worse than mine. And it's not as bad as Abigail's."
Nora chuckled. "You know, I think Abigail is your dork and my dork put together to create the ultimate dork."
"And she still got the girl she wanted," Quinn said and laced her fingers with Rachel's. "And despite my dorkiness, I got the girl I wanted, too."
"I love Quinn's dorky side," Rachel grinned up at the soccer player and brushed their lips together in a series of small, loving kisses.
"Ugh, you guys make me sick," Nora grumbled as she stood up from her seat. "I'm going inside so don't follow me this time."
The girls giggled at her as she walked through the front door. Quinn smiled at her sister's retreating form; Nora did ask him out when she got back to California and they had been together ever since. She was happy for her. Nora found her Rachel. And kept him. Maybe she was a little jealous of her.
But then Rachel leaned back into her and placed a soft kiss on her neck before going back to sipping her tea, and Quinn immediately felt better. She placed a kiss on top of Rachel's head with a smile.
"I love you, baby," she whispered.
Rachel's body stiffened and Quinn began to worry that she said something wrong. Just the thought of it made her heart sink. She leaned back to see Rachel's face, only to find her staring off towards the sidewalk. She turned her head and literally growled. She stood up, placed her cup on the flat railing of her porch and stomped down the walk.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she kept her voice low and dangerous, balling up her fist at her sides.
Finn held up his hands and took a step back as the blonde continued to advance. "Quinn, look – "
"I swear to God, Finn, if you came here to try and win Rachel back again, I'll– "
"Quinn."
A hand closed gently around her wrist and the calm voice the whispered into her ear caused her body to relax only slightly and she closed her mouth. She laced their fingers together and made sure that Rachel was standing behind her. She watched Finn drop his eyes to the ground and sighed.
"What do you want, Finn?" Quinn asked as evenly as she could muster. Behind him, standing on the sidewalk just out of ear shot, was Kurt watching the scene carefully.
The tall boy shuffled his feet before taking a deep breath and looking up into both of the girls' eyes.
"I came here to apologize."
Quinn arched an eyebrow. Suffice it to say, she didn't believe him for a second. She glanced behind her shoulder at Rachel and could tell that she doubted his sincerity as well. Her eyes met hers briefly before looking back up at Finn.
"Why?" Rachel asked quietly.
Finn looked at her and frowned. "I still really like you, Rach."
Quinn growled again and Rachel placed a comforting hand on her lower back. Finn stared at their hands and shook his head sadly.
"I just want you to be happy."
"Quinn makes me the happiest I've ever been in my life." Not a moment of hesitation.
Finn glanced at Quinn's cold glare for a minute, then nodded his head. For the first time ever, his eyes that were usually clouded in confusion were as clear as day.
"I know," he said quietly, "You were never this happy when you were with me."
He finally looked away from their bewildered stares and brought a hand to swipe quickly under his eyes.
"You smile more."
Quinn felt Rachel squeeze her hand and she hated that even she was feeling a tiny bit of sympathy for the boy. The petite diva stepped closer, the front of her body pressed against Quinn's arm. Finn looked back up at them, his eyes moist.
"I'm sorry for being a jerk. And I'm sorry for trying to ruin your relationship." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, looking tired and defeated. "I hope we can be friends again someday."
Quinn pursed her lips and glanced at Rachel. Rachel looked over at her and gave her a small reassuring smile. She stepped in front of her, keeping Quinn's hand in her own, and looked up at Finn, waiting for his eyes to meet hers before she spoke.
"You really hurt me, Finn," she whispered. "I trusted you so much. You betrayed me and used me. Then you disregarded my wishes for space, you disrespected my girlfriend and you violently put your hands on her. I'm still very angry with you and I will be very angry with you for a long while."
Finn looked down at his feet and nodded, turning to walk away. Rachel reached out and grabbed his arm. He looked down at her.
"I love Quinn now, Finn. And I will love her for a very long time," she spoke confidently, feeling Quinn press up slightly against her back. Her eyes stayed on Finn's while her hand squeezed Quinn's tightly. "You deserve to be with someone who can make you as happy as she makes me. I am incapable of doing that."
Finn smiled sadly at her and looked at Quinn, noticing that she didn't look half as threatening as before. He nodded at her and stepped away from them, letting Rachel's hand fall from his arm. "I wish you guys the best of luck," he croaked out.
Quinn nodded back at him and Rachel smiled her thanks.
"I hope we can friends again someday as well, Finn," she said quietly. "Happy Thanksgiving."
"Happy Thanksgiving," he whispered at them before turning on his heel and walking away, not bothering to wait for Kurt. Kurt watched him leave before making his way over to the girls who were cuddled together for warmth.
"I expected fighting."
They smiled at him, Quinn's arm comfortably around Rachel's shoulders. The diva leveled him with a suspicious stare.
"Did you put him up to that?"
Kurt held up his hands innocently.
"I swear coming here was all Finn's idea. I simply gave him a firm talking to and I only tagged along to make sure he wasn't going to do something completely moronic," then he narrowed his eyes, "He didn't say anything completely moronic, did he?"
The girls shook their heads.
"He was actually very understanding," Rachel said as she slipped her cold hand under Quinn's sweater making her shiver.
"Really?" Kurt seemed surprised. "I didn't know he was capable of that."
Quinn and Kurt shared a chuckle and Rachel just rolled her eyes.
"That's not nice," she chided with a small reluctant smile.
Kurt shrugged. "He just makes it easy."
Quinn smirked while Rachel shook her head at them.
"Anyway, I should probably head back, ladies," he leaned forward and wrapped them both in a hug. "Happy Thanksgiving."
"Happy Thanksgiving, Kurt," they said and they placed a kiss on each of his cheeks. They waved at him as he began the walk back to his house and they watched him from the walk to Quinn's house until he disappeared. Quinn wrapped her arm securely around Rachel's waist, lying her head on top of the bed of brown hair.
"You make me the happiest I've ever been in my life, too."
Rachel looked up at her and smiled. She leaned up on her toes and pressed a kiss to her lips, warming her body all the way to her toes. A whispered 'I love you' brushed against Quinn's lips before she was being pulled back to the rocking love chair where their tea and a fuzzy blanket was waiting for them.
Kurt knocked on the apartment door and waited nervously. He wished Vince was with him, but Kurt just asked him to meet them here with his car. He was worried the artist's presence would be too much of a reminder of Quinn. He was very understanding. Andrea had been giving him daily updates on Rachel for the week that she had been crashing here and it was not comforting in the slightest. The door opened and a tall brunette with worried blue eyes breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him.
"God, Kurt," she breathed out and pulled him into a hug. "I don't know what to do. This isn't like Rachel at all."
Kurt looked beyond Andrea to see Rachel sitting on the couch with a blanket over her shoulders staring into space. Andrea turned around to look at the quiet diva, scratching nervously at the back of her neck.
"She's not eating. Adam and I tried to cook her something to eat, you know how he's vegan too, but she refuses every time. She just sits there or stays in bed and showers and goes to school or work and that's it. And at rehearsals she doesn't talk to anybody unless it asks for it in the script," she informed him in a whisper which probably wasn't necessary because it seemed that Rachel didn't even know he was there. "I'm pretty sure she hasn't been sleeping either. I'm really worried about her, Kurt, I feel so fucking useless."
Kurt placed a comforting hand on her back because he understood. He was already preparing to feel fucking useless as well. He walked over to the couch and stood in front of Rachel, furrowing his eyebrow when Rachel just looked straight through him. He kneeled down on the carpet to look into her eyes. He gave her a small smile.
"Hi, honey."
No answer. He frowned and gently tucked a strand of unkempt behind her ear.
"My roommate just moved out. You're going to come live with me now, okay?" he whispered, feeling a small surge of victory when he saw her eyes shifting between his. Rachel's lip quivered violently and tears fell out of her eyes like a switch had been turned on, but she gave a slight nod. He gave her a reassuring small and pulled her into a hug, shutting his eyes when Rachel gripped the back of his shirt desperately. He placed a kiss to the side of her head and whispered softly into her hair, "I'm going to help you through this."
He almost smiled when Rachel whispered a broken, "Okay."
He pulled away and wiped away her tears gently with his hand. He leaned forward and kissing her forehead before standing up. He nodded at Andrea and she walked towards Rachel's bedroom.
"We'll get your things, Rach," he told her quietly and waited for her to nod before he went to her room. He opened the door and stopped short as he stared.
She never unpacked anything.
October 21, 2011
Quinn bit down lightly on the crook of Rachel's neck as a powerful orgasm rocketed through her body. Nails scratched down her back as their bodies shook together and she captured Rachel's lips in a sloppy kiss to muffle her moans and whimpers. They pulled apart to catch their breath and Quinn flopped down on her back next to Rachel, her limbs like lead. Rachel immediately turned on her side and cuddled into her, her breath ticking her neck. She nudged Rachel weakly with her elbow.
"Don't fall asleep," she mumbled, her eyelids feeling heavy.
"Mmm," Rachel moaned in protest and grabbed the arm that was pushing her and wrapped it around her waist instead, "You wore me out, baby."
Quinn managed to look smug in her exhaustion. She tamed the Energizer Bunny. For about four straight hours. She hugged Rachel's warm naked body to her and fought against the tempting lure of sleep.
"We have to get dressed," her words started to slur together. When she tried to move to get them some pajamas, Rachel practically growled and tightened her hold on Quinn. The blonde sighed and leaned her head against Rachel's. "We're going to get in trouble."
Rachel smiled and raised her hand to cover Quinn's mouth. The chest beneath her head shook as the artist chuckled and a kiss was placed to her palm. When Rachel's hand dropped from her face, she buried it into that tangle of brown hair.
"I love you."
A kiss to her chest. "I love you, too."
They fell asleep with smiles on their faces only to immediately be woken up by three sharp barks right by their heads. Rachel buried her face into Quinn's shoulder and groaned. Quinn blinked her eyes open and stared at a happy Luck blankly before looking up at Abigail who had her hand over her eyes. Quinn sat up a little and pulled up the sheet to cover their bodies, glaring at her sister.
"Abigail, what the hell?" she scolded, her voice still laced with sleep. "You don't knock?"
Abigail peeked through her fingers and dropped her hand from her face when she saw that they were covered by the comforter. She grinned at them.
"Someone must've been very busy last night because I did knock," she chuckled and scratched behind Luck's ears. "I'm sure mom knocked as well."
That woke her up. She sat up a little straighter, clutching the sheet to her chest, and Rachel turned around to stare wide eyed at Abigail. Quinn shook her head slowly.
"What are you talking about?" she asked hesitantly, already knowing the answer, but grasping at the invisible straws.
Abigail smirked almost evilly. "Mother dearest would like to have a word with you two. After you get dressed, of course."
Rachel covered her face, mumbling 'ohgodohgodohgod' under her breath and Quinn rubbed her forehead, feeling her face heat up. Well, fuck. This morning was going to be absolutely mortifying. Abigail giggled and turned to leave the two girls.
"Be sure to tell me what happened, yeah? Thanks, babies. Love ya!" And then she skipped out of the room closing the door behind her.
Rachel dropped her hands from her face and sat up to face Quinn, her eyes tearing up rapidly. "I'm so sorry, Quinn."
Quinn shook her head. "Rach – "
"You were right, we should've gotten dressed last night. Oh God, she's going to kick me out of your house! I wasn't thinking about – "
Quinn cut her off with a small, calming kiss. Inside, she was freaking out. This is not how she wanted mom to find out about her sexual life. Fuck it, she never wanted her mother to find out about her sexual life. She was fine being a virgin in her eyes for the rest of her life. But, the bright side to this embarrassing day, was her mom wasn't going to do anything worse than a stern talking to. When she pulled back, she tucked a strand of hair behind Rachel's ear and smiled reassuringly at her.
"It's going to be fine. My mom adores you, okay?"
Rachel nodded, chewing nervously on her lower lip. Quinn kissed her again before pulling her out of bed.
"Come on, let's get this over with."
They got dressed quickly (Quinn gave Rachel some of her clothes to wear because what did it matter if her mom already caught them naked together?) but slowed down to a fucking turtle's crawl once they reached the staircase. Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand that trembled slightly and took a deep breath before descending the stairs one by one. They could smell coffee coming from the kitchen and they slowly walked over until they stood in the doorway, Rachel standing slightly behind Quinn and holding her hand in a death grip.
Judy was sitting at the island ready the morning paper when she looked up and greeted them.
"Good morning, girls," her eyes twinkled teasingly.
Both girls blushed and mumbled their 'hellos'. Judy chuckled and put down the paper.
"We'll just get right to it," she said and took a small sip from her mug. "I called your fathers, Rachel."
Quinn paled and Rachel stiffened next to her, cutting off the blood flow to her fingers.
"And?" the brunette squeaked out.
Judy raised her cup to her mouth to hide the amused grin.
"We have decided that we will not ban you girls from having your little sleepovers," she answered her easily, flipping idly through the newspaper. "You will, however, keep your doors open at all times."
Their bodies relaxed so much they practically fell to the floor. Rachel burrowed her face between Quinn's shoulder blades, a relieved laugh shaking her body. Quinn was still slightly blushing, but at least they still had their sleepovers. It had already gotten to the point where sleeping without Rachel was pretty much an impossibility. She looked at her very amused mother and smiled shyly.
"Is – is that it, mom?"
Judy looked up at them seriously, studying the two of them together. "Do you make each other happy?"
They nodded their heads vigorously and Judy smiled.
"Then, yes, that's all. Unless you would like more rules?"
At the whiplash-inducing shakes of their heads, Judy laughed. She shooed them out of the kitchen and they bolted up the stairs and into Quinn's room before she could change her mind. They plopped back down on Quinn's bed, folding into their previous position as the excitement of the morning began to wear off and make them tired again. They did have a busy fucking night last night, nudge nudge. Quinn felt Rachel grin sleepily against her neck.
"I love your mom. That wasn't bad at all."
"I told you."
They laid there in silence, a nap luring them like some siren.
"Rach?"
"Hmm?" Rachel hummed tiredly.
Quinn bit her lip. "Are – are your dads going to kill me?"
The diva chuckled before shrugging.
"Maybe."
Quinn gulped and closed her eyes, already writing up her will in her head.
"So you got the letter?"
Kurt looked at Tina from over the top of his menu before dropping it to the table and folding his hands.
"It's not real, right?" he said, shaking his head slightly, "I mean, that – it's impossible."
Tina sighed and looked around the diner before leaning forward.
"Okay Kurt," she whispered and he leaned forward to hear her, "What I'm about to tell you is absolutely confidential. The only other person who knows is Mike. You have to promise me that you will not repeat this to anyone."
"Of course," Kurt hurriedly promised. Tina sighed.
"I work there."
Kurt gasped and sat back into his seat. He thought back to the past couple of days and gasped again, bringing a hand to his forehead. The boxes of Quinn's things. Asking Kurt to stay at Vince's tonight. He stared at Tina for a good minute before he was able to find his words.
"Oh my God," he whispered. "You work there?"
Tina looked down at the table. "My uncle owns it."
"So, what does that mean? You're going to erase her mind?"
Tina looked back up at Kurt and shook her head, "No! That's not my job and besides, I didn't want her to get it in the first place and I told her so. But," she sighed and dropped her eyes again. "You saw her, Kurt. She's broken."
Kurt sat in disbelief, his appetite gone. "This is insane."
Tina just nodded.
"She gave me all of Quinn's things," Kurt admitted quietly. "She wanted me to get rid of them."
Tina looked up at him. "Did you?"
Kurt just sat there at first before shaking his head slowly. Tina widened her eyes.
"Kurt – "
"I'm not getting rid of them," he said firmly. "This isn't right. It isn't natural. This won't do anything, and we'd be foolish to think that they're not going to find their way back to each other. And when they do, they deserve to know the truth."
Tina stared at him before letting a small smile creep onto her face as she picked up her menu.
September 13, 2011
Quinn left her classroom and made her way to Rachel's locker, grateful that the most boring hour and a half of her day was finally over. She smiled at a few of her teammates and waved 'hello' to them. Someone fell into step next to her, looped their arm through hers and she turned her head to smile at Brittany. Santana, who was walking with her hand clasped in Brittany's, just looked back at her bored.
"Hi, Quinn!"
Quinn chuckled.
"Hey, B. Santana," she said pointedly, playfully glaring at her, "it's nice to see you too."
"It's always nice to see me, Barbie," the Latina smirked and Quinn rolled her eyes, "Are you and the garden gnome sitting with us during lunch today or are you going to sneak off and fuck in the choir room again?"
"Don't call her that. And we've never fucked in the choir room."
"Yet."
Quinn blushed at the thought, and Santana laughed. They turned the corner and Quinn stopped in the middle of the hallway, her eyes narrowed into slits. Finn stood towering over Rachel with a wilting flower in his hands that he probably picked from one of the bushes around the school. Santana muttered a soft 'oh shit' next to her, but she was already stomping her way towards them. Most of the student moved out of her way and the closer she got, the more she could hear of their conversation.
"Come on, Rachel," Finn whined, "It's just a date."
"Finn," Rachel growled and slammed her locker shut. "I do not want to go out on a date with you. I don't ever want to go out on a date with you again."
She tried to walk away but he grabbed her wrist to spin her around and pulled her so she crashed into his body. Quinn literally shoved a freshman out of her way.
"Rachel, we're perfect for each other," he said bringing his face close to hers, "You are supposed to be with me."
Rachel ripped her arm from him and stumbled backwards into Quinn who wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. The petite brunette looked up at Quinn, but her eyes were burning into Finn's. The blonde stepped in front of Rachel and walked up to Finn until they were practically nose to nose.
"Stay away from her," she warned him quietly so only those that were close to them could hear. When school started they had decided to act naturally. And those that took the time to pay attention to them would know that they were a couple. She didn't need Finn of all people telling the rest of the school.
Finn sneered and tried to push her to the side. "This has nothing to do with you."
Quinn threw his arm off of her. "It has everything to do with me when you are trying to force my girlfriend to go out on a date with you."
"Get out of the way, Quinn," he clenches his fist. "She doesn't want to be with you."
"Fuck you," she spat at him angrily, her eyes gleaming dangerously in the light.
"Fuck you!" he yelled at her, drawing the attention from the people in the hallway. She rolled her eyes, annoyed. "She belongs with me! We are in love! I can give her everything!"
"When it came to Rachel you couldn't even give a shit!" she shouted back at him, "You couldn't even be fucking loyal to her! You don't deserve her. You had your fucking chance and, like an asshole, you went and blew it. Now she's with me. I make her happier than you ever did. We are in love. So leave. My girlfriend. Alone."
He growled and shoved her with so much force that she lost her footing and fell backwards onto her ass. There was a flurry of movement as Rachel dropped down next to her and Sam and Puck rushed forward from the crowd and slammed Finn into the lockers, holding him there and they fell into a shouting match.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked quietly ash she helped her up. When Quinn nodded, a look of anger flashed across Rachel's face and she stood up and stomped towards Finn, giving him a hard resounding slap to his face. Everyone stilled in shock for a moment before the crowd erupted into murmurs and Quinn could hear Santana guffawing over all of them. Finn stared at Rachel in disbelief.
"Rach – "
Rachel didn't even wait for him to finish her name as she turned around, grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled her down the hallway. Santana started clapping, which got the whole hallway to follow with inappropriate applause.
"I love you guys!" Quinn was pretty sure that was Brittany.
They ignored everyone as they made their way to the choir room. Rachel led her in, looked around, and then closed the door and locked it. She closed the blinds on the little window and captured Quinn's lips in a passionate kiss. Rachel was hers. And she wanted her to know that.
Briefly, Quinn wondered if Santana was psychic before all coherent thought flew out of her head.
Rachel walked back into her apartment and sighed. She looked towards her bedroom and felt a distinct sense of dread in her chest. She walked slowly to her room and took a deep breath before she entered. There, sitting on the dresser, was the cause of all of her confusion tonight.
She sat down on her bed and stared at it for minutes. It had fallen out of her coat pocket earlier, but she had no idea where it came from. Or how it got into her possession in the first place. But when she touched it . . . she couldn't explain the rush that ran through her. It staggered her. She stood up and walked over to her dresser in a daze.
She reached out and traced her finger along the gold chain, all the way down to the star pendant at the end.
A small smile crept onto her face without her knowing it.
August 17, 2011
Quinn leaned against the lamp post at their spot in the park with Rachel wrapped snuggly in her arms. The summer sun beat down upon them as they shared soft kisses with each other. Rachel pulled back and smiled sweetly at her before tucking her head under Quinn's chin, listening to the soothing thump thump of her heart. Quinn breathed in the soothing smell of the brunette's hair and remembered thinking that this was one of the greatest moments of her life. Just standing with her girlfriend, with the town below them, and no rush to be anywhere or do anything. She could've stood there all day with Rachel. Nothing felt better, more perfect. So right.
"I love you."
The body stiffening in her arms caused her words to register in her head. She cursed to herself; she hadn't meant to say that out loud. Rachel pulled back to look at her with wide eyes. Quinn could clearly see the tears welling up in them.
"What did you say?"
Quinn bit her lip, trying to keep her throat from closing up. The hopefulness that was shining in the brown orbs gave her a surge of confidence to repeat herself.
"I love you," she whispered. Rachel began to smile at her and she connected their lips in a kiss different from all the rest. There was more passion, more care.
More love.
Rachel pulled away, breathing deeply, and leaned their foreheads together. She traced her thumb over Quinn's bottom lip, smiling shyly at her.
"I love you too."
The happiness and relief that surged through her made her feel like she was floating. Literally floating. They met in another kiss and Quinn felt the shift of scenery around them. When they pulled apart they were in Rachel's room, her father's still at work. She looked into Rachel's eyes and remembered.
This was the first time.
She brought their foreheads together and closed her eyes against the sudden onset of tears. They kissed and moved towards the bed, falling on it together. Quinn felt curious fingers play with the hem of her shirt before pulling it over her head. Her bra was next and then they hands rested on her stomach. She opened her eyes to look down at Rachel and she was crying as well. Quinn slowly removed Rachel's shirt, never breaking eye contact except for that second the clothing covered her eyes as it passed over her head. The bra was discarded. She looked down at the half naked body and smiled. Rachel was beautiful. They met in a kiss. Go through the motions.
Enjoy the moment. One last time.
Their shorts were discarded without breaking the kiss and their moans mixed together at the naked contact. Quinn leaned back to look down at their bodies, so intimate, so fitting. Perfect. She stared into Rachel's eyes as their fingers trailed to their cores and explored the new territory with lustful curiosity. Their lips met again when their fingers slipped into the tight heat.
Quinn remembered that they had spoken to each other. They asked questions, they complimented each other, they professed their love. This time she couldn't open her mouth to say anything. That would be too final. That would make it too real.
They moved together, their hearts beating as one against their chests. Soft moans leaked from their connected lips as their orgasms built and built and built until they tumbled off the edge, clinging desperately to each other. Quinn professed her love over and over again against Rachel's lips. If this was to be the last time she tells Rachel, then she'll tell her until the world around them crumbled. Rachel lifted a hand to tangle into choppy blonde hair.
"Quinn," she whispered, her voice fading away. "Don't ever leave me."
Quinn closed her eyes as her heart dropped to her stomach. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. She clung to Rachel until her body hit nothing but the warm bed sheets beneath her and she cried. She didn't open her eyes. She couldn't bear to see herself alone in the bed. To see this memory disappear.
She professed her love to an empty room until it was all over and she was gone as well.
A/N: I'm sorry. Seriously, I am.
But no, really, how'd you like it?
The interludes are starting to become a little random and they jump time now. So expect that from now on.
References:
"Eat the cake, Anna Mae" – What's Love Got to Do with It? Another great movie.
Lyrics on the rings: "Like a Star" by Corinne Bailey Rae