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zKai

Rachel knew she wasn't in expert in all things intimate, but she had seen enough movies and television to know that this moment was when she held all the power.

Quinn's eyes were so dark and she was slightly short of breath.

She gently pressed against the back of the cheerleader's neck with her hand and arched her neck up to put her lips near Quinn's ear.

"Quinn," she breathed, her lips nearly making contact with her ear lobe.

The blonde shuddered almost violently and Rachel's thought she heard her whimper, but couldn't be sure over the sound of her heart pounding against her chest.

Since their faces where beside each other, their cheeks nearly touching, when Quinn turned her head, her lips grazed Rachel's jaw.

She gasped and was suddenly acutely aware of how uncomfortable her shorts were.

Her erection was pressed tightly against the fabric and Quinn's hips were resting lightly against her own. Rachel suddenly felt panicked. Quinn had to be feeling that.

But the blonde seemed preoccupied with gently kissing Rachel's jaw. It was a wonderful sensation.

She tried to shift and get her hips away from Quinn's, but there was nowhere for her to go. Rachel worried her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut.

The singer was trying desperately to not react anymore to Quinn's stimulation.

"Lunch will be over soon," Rachel said suddenly. She hoped that was a good enough excuse.

The words seemed to snap Quinn out of whatever daze she was in. She immediately planted her hands on either side of Rachel and pushed herself up.

Rachel sat up with her, glad to finally not have to worry about Quinn feeling her arousal.

Quinn settled on her knees. Her expression was conflicted.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she mumbled and stood. The blonde crossed one arm over her stomach and nervously bit at the thumb nail of her other hand.

"Quinn," Rachel called, getting a sinking feeling in her stomach.

She stood up as well, carefully arranging her skirt so there was no chance of Quinn seeing the compressed bulge in her shorts.

The blonde was pacing back and forth. Rachel wondered if this is what 'gay panic' looked like.

"Quinn," she said again, this time reaching out. She cautiously touched Quinn's elbow and gasped softly when the girl whipped around to face her.

"We can't do this here," Quinn told her urgently. The Cheerio glanced over her shoulder like she was expecting someone to come bursting through the door.

Rachel's heart dropped.

"Please don't freak out," Rachel pleaded gently. She carefully slid her hand over Quinn's arm.

At the very least, she relaxed at Rachel's touch.

"We…we have to be careful," Quinn said softly. "No one can find out. They can't see us or hear us…"

Rachel nodded in understanding, realizing that Quinn was just afraid.

"Okay, okay," she soothed. She took a step closer to the taller girl. "We'll be careful."

Quinn was gazing down into her eyes, which always made Rachel's heart race. They were nearly close enough to be touching.

"No more kissing at school," Quinn said shakily.

Rachel had to resist the urge to pout. Obviously Quinn's whole reputation and home life was on the line, but she had only seen the blonde once or twice outside of school. How would she get by on that?

"Then you have to come over more," Rachel offered lightly, unable to keep just a hint of a pout off her lips.

Quinn's eyebrows arched up. "Oh do I?" she asked, the smile evident in her voice.

Rachel grinned.

"Absolutely," she answered with a nod. Quinn chuckled gently, a soft almost affection look passing over her face.

"Is this worth it?" Quinn asked in a whisper, her eyes vulnerable.

"Yes," Rachel answered with conviction.

The rest of their lunch period was spent sharing Rachel's sandwich and coming up with some guide lines.

No kissing at school.

Rachel had tried to appeal to the blonde, but Quinn was absolutely not budging on the point.

Talking had to be kept to a minimum. Preferably only in class and glee.

While Rachel didn't approve, it wasn't like she spent a lot of time talking to Quinn to begin with.

No acting on jealousy.

This was Rachel rule. It wasn't that she didn't want Quinn to be protective of her, it was just very obvious that Quinn's possessiveness might be the one chink in their armor.

"I have a pretty busy schedule, but if you can tell me in advance which afternoons you'll be free, I'll be able to rearrange things," Rachel told her as the bell rang.

Quinn smiled slightly and nodded.

"So…I'll see you in glee tomorrow?" Rachel asked hopefully. She wasn't sure if Quinn was still part of the club now that Finn was no longer a threat.

"Yeah," she answered lightly. She was already moving toward the door and Rachel jogged to catch up with her.

"Quinn," she said to grab her attention. Quinn stopped and turned toward her curiously. Rachel blushed a little under her gaze. She leaned up on her toes since they were standing on and incline, with Quinn higher up then her, and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Have a good afternoon."

The blonde cheeks flushed and she turned away shyly, making Rachel grin.

The rest of the day, Quinn seemed to be doing her best to avoid Rachel. Rachel tried to reason that it was only because the blonde was still aroused over their auditorium encounter.

When the final bell rang, Rachel had looked for the girl, but she didn't seem to be anywhere. With a sigh, she headed out to the parking lot.

She had just unlocked her car and was climbing into the driver's seat when the passenger door swung open.

Rachel let out a little surprised yelp, about to warn the intruder that she was armed with a rape whistle, but she caught sight of who it was.

"Quinn," she breathed in relief. She slipped into her seat.

"Hey," Quinn greeted casually.

Rachel reached over her shoulder and set her book bag in the back, before turning back toward Quinn. The blonde wasn't saying anything.

Am I supposed to take her somewhere? She wondered.

"Uhm…"

"Are we going to go?" Quinn asked, giving her a questioning look.

Rachel jumped forward to start the car. "Of course, of course."

"Where exactly are we going?" Rachel asked, looking over her shoulder as she pulled out of the parking slot.

"I thought your house," Quinn answered. The blonde seemed to sink down into her seat and closed her eyes. Rachel carefully glanced at her when they came to a stop light.

"I didn't realize you were free this afternoon," Rachel commented. She wanted desperately to look at Quinn, but dutifully kept her eyes on the road.

She caught Quinn shrugging out of the corner of her eye.

"Is everything alright?" she asked gently.

"Santana's a bitch," Quinn told her. She was tired of the other Cheerio constantly snooping in her business.

"While I concur that Santana is indeed a…bitch," Rachel wrinkled her nose a little at the word and it made Quinn smile, "…why are you so upset about her?"

Quinn sighed heavily, leaning her temple against the window.

"She's already bugging me about dating someone," she answered.

Rachel was glad she had just pulled into the driveway, because she didn't think she could have refrained from flipping her face toward Quinn.

"It's been a day!" Rachel huffed.

Quinn seemed to be taking a lot of pleasure in the put-out look on Rachel's face. Rachel rolled her eyes at the blonde's smile and pushed open her door.

"I don't understand why it is so important for you to be in a relationship. What ever happened to a strong independent woman?" Rachel ranted, already heading toward the house.

The blonde followed after her, completely amused.

"They sneak around with glee clubbers," Quinn commented. She took a step back when Rachel turned toward her to keep them from colliding.

"You aren't funny," Rachel told her, pointing an accusing finger at Quinn's face.

She chuckled lightly and grabbed hold of Rachel's hand. Quinn gently pushed her hand away.

"I think I am," she said with a smirk.

Playful Quinn is wonderful, Rachel thought, even as she stomped her foot and stormed off toward the house.

Quinn's laughter followed after her.

She didn't stop in the entry way. Instead she immediately slipped off her shoes and hurried up the stairs. Rachel smirked a little when she heard Quinn right behind her.

When they reached her room, Rachel turned on her and grasped the bottom of Quinn's uniform top. The tug Rachel gave caused Quinn to almost stumble into her and she grinned.

"I think we need to have a small conversation Ms. Fabray," Rachel said, backing toward the bed.

Quinn had no choice but to follow her since Rachel still had a hold on her top.

"Oh?"

Rachel hummed in agreement.

The back of her legs hit the bed and she sat down, spreading her thighs and pulling Quinn forward. Quinn stepped in between her legs and bit into her lip.

Their position made Rachel start to feel excited and she hoped that her arousal would stay under control.

She gently took Quinn's hand and guided them up to her shoulder.

Taking the hint, Quinn slid her hands around the back of Rachel's neck and laced her fingers.

"I have to say," Rachel said, taking hold of the other girl's waist, "I'm really like this playful, relaxed Quinn."

Whatever confidence Quinn had melted a little and she blushed deeply. She turned her eyes down, though her view was just of Rachel's legs spread around her own.

Rachel felt her heart flutter at the sight of a shy Quinn Fabray. It made her feel good to know she could make the blonde blush.

"Is this the conversation you wanted to have?" Quinn asked after a moment. When she looked up at Rachel, she had lost her shyness and had a smirk on her lips.

It was apparent that Quinn totally had a handle on this flirting thing.

Rachel nodded a lightly, not sure what else to say.

"You know," Quinn murmured, brushing the tips of her fingers along the back of Rachel's neck, "I've never let a guy kiss me before taking me out on a date."

She was still smirking and Rachel was having trouble speaking.

"A-and?" the singer stuttered.

"And…" Quinn drew the word of, "…you should take me out on a date."

Rachel actually scoffed, making Quinn's brows arch up.

"Why can't you take me out?" she asked.

Quinn looked surprised at the question. Now Rachel smirked and leaning up to press her lips against the blonde's jaw, making Quinn close her eyes.

"Dating a girl is much different than dating a boy, Quinn," Rachel whispered, making sure that her lips brushed against her skin.

"Are we dating?" Quinn wondered, her voice soft.

Rachel pulled back so she could meet Quinn's gaze. The blonde had a tentative expression on her face.

"Well... I'd say I don't make a point of going around kissing people, but…." Rachel trailed off, not sure why she felt the need to bring that up. She noted the way Quinn seemed to look a little angry at the thought of Rachel and Finn.

"We're dating," Quinn told her.

Her voice left no room for argument and Rachel just nodded her agreement.

"This is amazing," Rachel whispered in awe and leaned up.

Quinn met her half way, catching Rachel's lip in a gentle kiss. She could feel the way Rachel smiled against her and she allowed herself a moment to take in all the feelings she had.

Rachel pulled back when she started to feel her penis harden a little. The last thing she wanted was to poke Quinn in the leg.

"Would you like to watch a movie?" Rachel asked softly.

Rachel was disappointed when Quinn had to leave before dinner, but she figured it was probably for the best. She knew her fathers would be absolutely insufferable.

By the time she had gotten back from dropping Quinn off, Leroy's car was in the drive way.

"Hey, where you been?" Leroy greeted when she came through the door. He had obviously brought dinner home from the savory smell coming from the kitchen.

"I was just dropping Quinn off," she told him.

She rolled her eyes when Hiram appeared the second she mentioned Quinn.

"She was here?" Leroy questioned. Hiram pushed him toward the kitchen.

"Oh stop. You're welcome to have Quinn over whenever Rae," Hiram told her with a grin. Leroy didn't look so amused.

"You're upset about her getting erections, but you want to leave her alone with the girl she's been kissing?" Leroy asked.

"Daddy, please!" Rachel huffed, now very glad that Quinn wasn't here.

"Don't be that overprotective father. It's unbecoming," Hiram scolded him. Leroy looked offended.

"I think you would have a different opinion if she was bringing a boy home," he pointed out.

Hiram gave him a dismissive sound. "Quinn's president of the Celibacy Club."

Leroy snorted and headed for the kitchen.

"You really have nothing to worry about Daddy," Rachel told him.

The three of them filled their plates with the Chinese food Leroy had brought home. Instead of using the dining room, they all settled on the couch in the living room.

"I just want to make sure that you know that you're young and there's no rush," Leroy told her. "And if anything does happen you need to use protection."

Rachel groaned, leaning back into the couch.

"We're not having sex," she grumbled. Hiram made a noise of approval from the other side of the couch.

"But you might someday," Leroy pointed out.

"Why are we talking about this?" Rachel whined.

"We can pick you up some condoms," Hiram offered.

"We're not doing anything!"

Both Leroy and Hiram seemed a bit relieved.

"So what did you do when Quinn was over?" Leroy asked curiously, when Hiram got all wrapped up in the interior design show they were watching.

"We watched a movie," Rachel said.

"Did you actually watch it?"

"Yes!"

Rachel had decided that the rule she came up with (No acting on jealousy) was the stupidest idea she had ever had. When she cautioned Quinn about being over protective she had only been thinking about the blonde… not herself.

It turned out, now that Rachel wasn't worried about the situation with Quinn, she had some time to really watch the girl with a new outlook. This led to her seeing all of Quinn's suitors.

Apparently the head Cheerio being single was a magnet for every boy in McKinley. They followed her around, asked to carry her books, made lewd gestures, and asked her out on dates.

While Quinn was cool headed and calm about all the attention, Rachel was nearly crawling out of her skin.

I swear the next boy I see that makes a move on my girl...

Her angry thought process trailed off. Was Quinn her girl?

She did say we were dating.

Therefore she should have some say in how to handle all of these love-struck teenagers.

"We need to talk," she said softly when she approached Quinn's locker.

She tried to ignore the sad feeling in her chest when Quinn glared at her. The blonde looked around quickly, before grabbing her arm and dragging her into a nearby classroom.

"I thought we agreed no talking," Quinn hissed, checking the hall from the window in the door.

Rachel frowned. "I realize that we had come to an agreement that our in school contact would be kept to a minimum, but I can't handle those boys," she huffed.

Quinn turned toward her in confusion. "What boys?"

Rachel actually gawked at her.

"The ones fawning all over you!" she cried, gesturing wildly toward the hall way.

When Quinn's only response was a perfectly arched eye brow, Rachel deflated.

"You couldn't stand Finn talking to me," she pointed out stubbornly.

At that, the blonde laughed. She took one last glance at the door before she stepped closer to Rachel. The singer had her eyes turned down and was purposely avoiding Quinn's gaze.

"I'm a cheerleader Rachel, people are going to look," she said.

Rachel huffed a little.

"They aren't just looking! They're leering. And while I found this behavior sickening before, now that we are…" she trailed off, replacing words with a motion of her hand between the two of them, "… I can't help but be upset about the way you're being objectified."

A shocked look appeared on Quinn's face.

"While I very much appreciate the attractiveness of you in uniform, it's infuriating to watch those…those….Neandthrals drool all over you!" Rachel whined.

"Come here," Quinn murmured, her arms out stretched.

Rachel hesitantly shuffled over to her. She wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist and buried her face against her neck.

The blonde hummed lightly at the contact, rubbing her hands soothingly over Rachel's back. She smiled a little when she felt Rachel's pouting lips against her neck.

"They can look, but you're the one who's touching," Quinn told her lightly.

Rachel relaxed against the girl, but made a little scoffing noise against her neck.

"I can't stop them, Rach," she said. "Unless I have a boyfriend, the guys are going to try to get me to date them. It's just how it works."

It was a horrible feeling. The thought that she had to sit by and let everyone drool over Quinn was almost too much for her to handle.

"You're head cheerleader, can't you call them off or something?" she asked with a pout, turning her face up to gaze at Quinn.

Quinn had an apologetic smile on her face. She gently soothed back some hair off Rachel's forehead.

"I can't," she whispered.

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Posted: 1/25/14

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