Hey Guys,
Sorry for the wait. I was trying to lengthen the plan for the rest of the story and ended up getting stuck with conflicting ideas, so I had to chuck the plan and do my usual freestyle thing to get back in writing mode. Something you should know about this chapter is that it's filler (This means it was not in the original chapter plan [yes I actually managed to plan something right for this story]). It's just an excuse for your basic faberry interaction since most of you asked for it. This chapter is purely readers' request being fulfilled. Enjoy and review.
Shout out time: Much love to whoever put my story on the FaberryFic Recommendations blog on tumblr. I appreciate the acknowledgements I have received because of it. To the regular reviewers, I love you guys. To the new reviewers; thanks for taking the time to say something. Also, I'm glad you guys liked the first date.
Also, much love to AP for her help on this chapter.
No beta, so all inconsistencies, inaccuracies and grammatical errors are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
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Chapter 11
Rachel woke up with a smile on her face. Next to her was Quinn Fabray. She had a sexy girlfriend, EGOT status, and she was on vacation. Life was good. While singing in the shower, she was devising a plan to make today interesting for Quinn. Correction, my girlfriend Quinn. Hmm, that has a really nice ring to it.
She went into the kitchen and began looking for ingredients to make the blonde breakfast in bed. In that moment, she was ever so grateful for learning her way around the kitchen, baking and cooking while dating Finn. While gracefully moving around the kitchen, she began singing songs from her last Broadway show. As much as she was enjoying her time off, she missed singing and performing on stage.
"Uh-um." Quinn is leaning against the kitchen door frame and clears her throat to get the diva's attention.
"Hey, you're up. WAIT! You're up! No no no no no… go back to bed. I wanted to give you breakfast in bed."
"Actually, I was up since I heard you singing in the shower."
"I'm sorry I woke you."
"Don't be. It was a nice way to wake up. Your building manager was right. It's better not to say anything about your singing, so you won't stop."
"Thanks." says the shy smiling diva.
"What are you making?" questions the blonde as she tries to peer over Rachel's shoulder.
"Banana nut bread and a fruit salad."
"I thought you didn't know how to cook."
"I never said that. You asked about soup, which I chose to buy instead of make from scratch on that particular day. You don't date a few Neanderthals without picking up a few things. "
"So, what exactly is the extent of your cooking skills?"
"Anything from 'I'm sorry' cookies, to Italian."
"Are you serious?" asks Quinn in genuine disbelief.
"Yes."
"And you were gonna make me breakfast in bed?"
"Yes, I was."
Quinn goes up behind Rachel as she is cutting up the fruits, presses her front flush against the diva's back, and whispers in her ear "Best. Girlfriend. Ever." Oh God I think her whisper voice just made me wet in my panties.
Rachel clears her throat and tries to find her voice in the midst of her aroused state. "So didn't any of your other four ex-girlfriends ever try to cook for you?"
"Well not all four of them were my girlfriends?" What in the hell does THAT mean?
"Whatever do you mean by that?" asks the brunette in the most nonchalant way possible.
"Of the four women I slept with, one of them was a one night stand." Quinn responds while popping a piece of fruit in her mouth.
"Really?"
"Yup. It was right after I opened the VIP Lounge. She came in the lounge one night. She flirted with me and I went home with her. Never saw her again after that."
"Why is that?"
"She was a Russian dancer."
"Oooooh, nice." Think of all the bedroom positions that dancer could do. The flexibility and endurance must be outstanding. I wonder how is Quinn's dancing skills? Oh, wait. I have the perfect plan to find out.
"I know right. That was half the appeal to a young, just out of college, business owner, with a sizable inheritance."
"Who were the others?" asked Rachel, suddenly realizing she should be interested in her girlfriend's dating history.
"Two of my girlfriends were in my college days, and the other one was after the Russian dancer. That one lasted the longest, a year and 3 months, I think. After that one, I took a break from dating and I've been single for almost two years now." What! Quinn Fabray hasn't had sex in almost 2 years!
"You've been without sex for that long? How have you managed?" inquired the brunette, genuinely interested in Quinn's response. I have to know what's her secret to not jumping out her skin every time she's aroused.
"Well, one thing that the Russian Dancer experience taught me was that the quality of sex deteriorates once there's no emotional connection to the other person. She was able to fulfill some of my sexual needs, but I felt sad about it the next day because I didn't even know her last name. I knew nothing about her."
"My last name is Berry, just in case you were wondering."
"Hahahahaha… not this again. Are you still trying?"
"Doesn't hurt, does it?" says the smirking diva as she leans in for her good morning kiss from the blonde.
"Thank you for the breakfast, by the way." says Quinn in between kisses.
"No problem babe. By the way I have plans for you today."
"Nice. Do tell."
"I plan to make the most of my time off with you. I have a week of vacation left. Today I want us to spend time with Gerardo. He has been my dance instructor since I started Broadway. I usually have a session with him once every two weeks, if I have no Broadway shows going on. If I do, I train with him a little more often to keep up my endurance and general wellbeing when performing. I find it better than going to the gym."
"Ok, well let's get ready then."
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Quinn and Rachel walked in holding hands into the dance studio. Gerardo was in the main ball room giving dance instructions to a handful of pre-teen ballerinas. The two women quietly stood at the side watching the girls dance, while waiting for Gerardo to wrap up his session with them. While Quinn was engrossed in looking at the session take place, Rachel was sneaking sideways glances at the blonde and her outfit. The blonde was wearing black leggings and a light orange button down shirt stopping right before her hips.
Quinn has a really nice ass. God I just want to grab it and squee- "Rachel, my darling, how have you been?" Gerardo called out from across the room. His voice snaps the brunette out of her lust filled thoughts. She looks up to see all the ballerina girls grabbing their things and filing out the room, as he walks over to them.
Rachel and the dance instructor air kiss before she introduces him to Quinn.
"Gerardo, this is my girlfriend, Quinn."
Upon hearing the word 'girlfriend', he arches an eyebrow, and what was once a calm expression, suddenly became one of scrutiny on the instructor's face.
"Ah, I see. Are you here to find out what she's made of?"
"Gerardo, come on. Don't be like that. We are just here to dance." And with those last words, Rachel pulled Quinn off to the side to find some music to dance to.
While, being dragged off by the shorter woman, Quinn kept her eyes fixed on the instructor and then turns to Rachel. "What in the hell was that all about. I mean, is it just me, or is Gerardo giving me the stink eye?"
"It has nothing to do with you Quinn, he's just had some issues with the last person I dated."
"What kind of 'issues'?" asked Quinn as she looks at the diva busy digging in the CD collection searching for the right kind of music to dance to.
The brunette exhales and looks to Quinn. "My ex-boyfriend was brought here by another woman. This other woman was his wife and she thought it would be a nice anniversary present to let them both have dancing lessons. Gerardo had met him a week before that when we were on our way to see a movie. He called me over here to confront my ex and his wife, and, well…. Let's just say things got kind of messy. After that, he usually is skeptical of anyone I date, so like I said, it's not about you."
"Something tells me I'll be getting the stink eye for the rest of this session."
"It's nothing hun. He's just looking out for me."
"Well, lets get this started." And with that, Quinn pulled out a CD and handed it to Gerardo.
"Can we do the tango today?" inquired the blonde.
"Ah yes, a dance of sensual seduction. Of course you may. Let's see what you have up your sleeves Quinn."
"Challenge accepted." The blonde yanks the diva to the middle of the room and positions herself as well as the diva in the dancer' stance and nods her head for Gerardo to start the music.
The blonde takes the lead and the brunette is quick to follow. They dance as one, never missing a beat and the instructor is nothing but impressed. Rachel is looking into Quinn's eyes as she leads them effortlessly around the room, moving to the rhythm of the music. Holy crap, she's good on her feet. It's like she's moving for the both of us. Ooooh that expression of concentration is so sexy. This is un-fucking-believable. Could she be any more perfect? Hang on, is she going to dip me? I hope I don't fall… Ok here's the dip, wait, I'm losing balance oh shit, oh shit, oh shit Oh shi- wow… I'm standing up already. Did the dip even happen?
When the song is over, Gerardo leaps up, applauding them with genuine enthusiasm.
"Brava ladies. I like what I just saw."
Rachel is pulled out of her fixated trance created by the blonde with her dancing and asks "Quinn, where did you learn that?"
The blonde smirks "I took lessons when I was a kid. Mom made me." Thank you Judy Fabray for making your daughter more desirable than she already is.
Quinn releases her hold on Rachel and goes to the CD player, to remove the CD and put it back in its rightful place. Gerardo sees this as his chance to have a word with the Broadway star.
"I approve of this one. If she is anything like the way she dances, then she is full of passion and loyalty. Once she makes up her mind, she sticks to her decision. Failure is not an option for this woman."
"I'm glad I have your blessing Gerardo."
"Plus I'm also happy you got rid of that two-timing rat bastard, Bradley."
"Yes, well, I try not to make the same mistake twice. Thank you for having us today."
"You are always welcomed here Rachel, and so is she." says the instructor as she points at the blonde making her way to them.
"What's the plan now, Rach?" ask Quinn as she wraps both hands around the diva's waist from behind.
"Well, since Gerardo has given us his blessing. I think we should get lunch."
"Awesome. Gerardo, it was nice meeting you." The lounge owner extends her hand, in which the instructor shakes with a genuine smile.
"You ladies take care, and come back any time."
The women exit the studio just as they entered, hand in hand.