A/N: Hi all, so I really hated this chapter as I was exhausted when I wrote it and so I've gone back and changed quite a bit.

Chapter Ten: Back to school

Rachel was brought out of her sleep by low murmuring voices, she tried to ignore them and cuddled back into the body beside her. Until she realised exactly where she was and more importantly who she was sharing the room with. It took a moment for her to build up enough courage to open her eyes and when she did she instantly regretted it, wondering how long the four people looming over the bed had been stood there.

"Sooo... Q's banging Berry, nice." Santana's amused voice woke up Quinn, but when she looked towards her friends she didn't seem bothered with the fact they'd been watching her, and it seemed that she was more irritated about being awoken more than anything else.

"Please let this be a dream." The teacher pleaded, praying that this was all just a nightmare and their secret was still a secret. Images of her being arrested and sent to prison flashed through her thoughts, sure she was overreacting but all she could think of was how orange really wasn't her colour. I can't go to prison, I'm too weak, I'd never last. God, I can't even come up with a good excuse for sharing a bed with my freaking student, what the hell were you thinking Rachel!

"You're not that lucky." Santana chuckled, her arm finding its way around her own blonde girlfriend.

"This can't be happening." The woman grumbled, seeing the compromising position she was in. You're an idiot, how did you not see this coming, you were sharing the same bloody room and you still climbed into bed with her!

"So hot." Puck said under his breath, glancing over the two intertwined bodies.

"Eyes to yourself, Puckerman!" Quinn snapped at him, giving him a glare that managed to actually get the boy to look away.

"Someone's grouchy this morning." Santana grinned, taking a seat at the foot of the hospital bed.

"Be nice, she's hurt." Brittany whispered into her girlfriends ear, kissing her softly on the cheek. Quinn's watched, her mouth twitching as she held back a smile as the head cheerleader's cheeks turn pink as she melted into the blonde dancer's body.

"Look..." Rachel started but her nerves got the better of her. I'm going to lose it all, how could I be so reckless?

"Berry will you breathe?" Santana rolled her eyes, "We're not going to tell anyone about you and Q, even if it is seriously messed up and not to mention really gross."

"Why-Why would you do that?" Rachel didn't trust the Latina, why would she? It wasn't like they were friends, she didn't know her.

"Because Quinn needs you," The cheerleader shrugged, "and right now, that's good enough for me."

"Can you stop speaking as if I'm not here?" The injured teen scowled, feeling if she was not being given a say in her own relationship.

"Yes-Sorry." Rachel nodded firmly and looked towards Quinn, "Can we take you home now?"

"I'm not sure, what did the doctor's say?" Quinn turned her head to Santana who shrugged and then to Puck who did the same. It wasn't until her hazel eyes fell upon Emily, who was shaking her head at the lack of knowledge from the skanks so-called friends that she was given an answer.

"They need to do one last check up," She told her, offering the girl a small smile, "then you can go after that."

"Great! I'm craving a cigarette." The skank beamed, just thinking about it.

"No, absolutely not." Rachel shook her head, not even considering allowing the younger girl to smoke, "I have a quitting kit at home that I ordered for you a few days ago, we can grab it on the way to the loft."

"You're joking, right?" Quinn gave her a look of horror, craving nicotine now more than ever.

"Can I have your stash then?" Puck said quickly, figuring that he may as well ask even if the possibility that Quinn would give him any of her cigarettes was unlikely.

"I'm not quitting." The punk ground out.

"Yes you are." Rachel argued, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow challenging the teenager. Quinn could see it was pointless, the look of sheer determination on the woman's face said it all. She wasn't going to win, so she might as well give up now.

"Can we talk about this later?" Quinn tried.

"The only thing we'll be taking about later, is the most effective way to help you give up this nasty habit." Rachel gave her a quick kiss on the lips, successfully silencing the teen.

oOo

After about an hour of waiting, Quinn was seen to by the doctor. He went through her injuries and explained how she'd need to use crutches for the next few weeks, until her ankle was healed after fracturing it from the fall. The rest of her injuries were basically waved away by the skank as she'd been through it before and knew how to deal with them.

Lastly her doctor informed her that she'd be needing to speak to a therapist for several weeks to make sure she was mentally stable, having gone through a very traumatic time in her life they were unsure on how she'd deal with it. Although she tried to explain that she was fine, Rachel had convinced her that it wouldn't hurt to talk to someone who would have an outsiders view.

After that she was allowed to go home, even if she didn't really have a home. Rachel wanted to being her home with herself and Emily but her roommate had convinced her how bad an idea that was, especially with Jesse still snooping around.

Eventually it was decided that everyone would stay the night at Quinn's loft, as her aunt and uncle weren't in town for a few days. After everything, all Quinn wanted was a quiet night with movies and take out. She didn't want to think about anything else, not even the fact she was now free from her parents, the abuse and hatred that had surrounded her for so long.

I'm free to like my life, the way I want to live it.

A few hours later they'd all surrounded themselves around the television, Rachel and Quinn were on the large sofa since she needed something soft to rest her foot on but it was also just an excuse to the two could cuddle together. Santana and Brittany had called dibs on the recliner, with the head cheerleader sat across the blonde's lap, both more interested in each other than the film. Puck was sat with his back against the sofa, next to him was Emily who had placed several pillows between them in order to make the boy keep his hands to himself.

As they came to the end of their second film Rachel became aware that she was still in possession of the unopened letter that Jesse had given to her. She waited patiently until the movie was over to tell Quinn, who only urged her to open it and get the bed news out of the way. Reluctantly, the diva ripped into the envelope, taking out its contents.

"What does it say?" Quinn asked impatiently as her lover's eyes scanned over the piece of paper.

"Nothing." Rachel replied, her eyes squinting in confusion.

"Nothing?" The skank frowned.

"That's what I said," She nodded, "It's got nothing but a number attached."

"So what does that mean?" Emily questioned, taking a big handful of the popcorn, ready for some Rachel Berry drama. Even though she knew it wasn't exactly her place, she wanted all the details so she could fill Ethan in the following day. It wasn't like Rachel wouldn't tell her eventually, so she didn't feel too bad for intruding.

"That I need to call her." Rachel assumed as she flipped the paper round to make sure she hadn't missed anything. I don't understand.

"What do you think she wants?" Puck joined in the conversation, lifting his feet onto the table.

"I have no idea." She shrugged, leaning into Quinn's side and placing her head onto the younger girls shoulder. Quinn thought for a moment before poking Rachel in the ribs with a grin, the teacher raised her eyebrow questioningly urging the girl to talk, "Do you think we can get her to help?"

"Help with what?" Santana lifted her head, wondering what her friend was up to.

"Taking down St. Jackass." Quinn scowled, just his name made her angry.

"There will be none of that," Rachel said forcefully, "I've thought it over and In my opinion hiring a private detective will probably be the best option."

"No way, we'll have more fun if we get to be involved." Quinn refused, "And it cost's too much, you shouldn't waste your money on trying to find something to hold over Jesse, not when we can make something to hold over him."

"I don't understand." The music teacher uttered.

"We needs to humiliate the guy so badly that he can't show anyone your sexcapades, because he'd know we'd show everyone the blackmail we have against him." Santana said, having heard the last part of the conversation and deciding she wanted her say, "So he'd have to back down or he'd end up just ruining himself as well as you."

"You told her about the tape, Quinn." Rachel whined, hiding her face in the crook of the teenager's neck.

"They needed to know everything," The girl said apologetically and after a short pause dropped her tone and whispered into the older woman's ear, "It might help if we got to see the actual tape."

"No."

"Why-"

"Don't bother, I'm not changing my mind." Rachel shook her head, knowing there was no way she would ever let anyone see that tape.

Quinn eyes grew darker, "What about me? Could we not watch it together maybe?"

Rachel's eyes grew wide, "N-no, just drop-drop it, you're not watching it."

"You're no fun." The teenager mumbled.

"Oh really?" Rachel hummed, leaning in close to the skanks ear so only she could hear, "Because, I thought we could have some fun if we managed to get rid of this lot at some point tonight."

"Everyone, get the fuck out of my loft!" Quinn yelled, her heart rate increasing.

"Fuck you, Q." Santana threw a handful of popcorn at the ex-cheerio's head, "You're not getting rid of us just so you can grope Berry, It's not like you can do much anyway, if you remember you just got out of hospital this morning."

"You need to rest lots." Brittany advised her, "And me and Sanny can take Hercules to the park for you on lot's of walks."

"Thanks Britt, but you guys make it sound worse than it is." Quinn stated slightly annoyed, but that quickly disappeared when Rachel's arm curled around her shoulder and squeezed, moving them closer together.

"You can't walk without crutches, it's as worse as we're making it." The teacher said, leaning in to give her a sweet peck on the lips before facing the screen as the next film started.

oOo

The next week went painfully slow for Quinn. Her mornings were filled with a wake up call from Santana and Brittany, who came extra early thanks to cheerio's practice and wake the skank up and to take Hercules out for a walk and no matter how hard the Quinn would try, neither of the cheerleaders would let her accompany them. She'd then spend most of the morning watching T.V or roaming the internet until Rachel arrived after school with a pile of homework and food.

It wasn't the best plan, but they were doing the best they could with what they had. It's not like anyone could have expected Quinn to be still living in the loft alone, unfortunately Quinn's Aunt and Uncle weren't able to move into Lima for another few weeks, as they were having difficulty selling their house with such short notice but her cousin would be coming to stay with her within the next day so the teenager was looking forward to having more company through the day.

Although as much as she looked forward to her cousins arrival, by the seventh day came around she felt close to insanity, the boredom had become too much. There is only so much Jerry Springer that she could take. So without thinking twice she grabbed her crutches and hobbled out of the loft, taking extreme care when going down the stairs and calling for a taxi to take her to school.

Quinn managed to make it just in time for fourth period and she couldn't have been more pleased with the teacher who was substituting for her double lesson of English.

"Okay, listen up everyone!" Rachel's voice shouted as she entered the room, knowing it was pointless to try to get anyone to do work as it had become clear to her that when she would substitute for another lesson the students effort would decrease.

Why do I even bother? Oh yeah, you're a teacher, you get paid to get ignored.

"Is anyone listening?" The teacher sighed, her head lolling to one side.

"I am." Came a voice in the back of the room.

Rachel tried to find whoever it was that had spoken but there were too many people sat on their desks to be able to get a proper look, "C-can everyone take a seat please?"

The teacher hadn't really needed to wait for everyone to be seated before she spotted the girl, If it weren't for the bright pink hair then it may have possibly been a little harder to find her but then again the rest of the teenager wasn't out of sight, with her foot was perched upon her desk and her hand waving around just asking for her attention.

"Miss Berry..." Quinn hummed, her eyes burning into the older woman's. Rachel found herself drawn to the girl like she always was, her eyes flickering down to the younger girls lips. Why does she have this effect on me? Every time she looks at me I feel weak at the knees and that's only supposed to happen in fairytale's!

"What-what do you t-think you're doing?" The teacher asked, wondering why the injured teenager was in school after only being released from hospital only one week ago. She's still hurt, make her go home Rachel!

"I'm ready to listen intently to your lesson, Miss." Quinn smirked, there was a little laughter from a few students in the classroom, they'd obviously taken this act from the teenager as one to irritate and annoy their teacher but the pair involved knew better.

She was teasing Rachel.

"A-and why do you have your foot on the desk?" The diva huffed, wanting to be able to argue with her for making her out to be weak in front of her class but the image of her lover lay in that hospital bed flashed through her mind and she found she was unable to do so.

"The doctor told me to keep it elevated." Quinn remarked.

"He would have probably told you to rest too," Rachel countered, "but you don't seem like you're following those rules so why this one?"

"Yes, I should be at home right now, but I didn't want my education to suffer due to my absence." The teenager replied, her eyes scanning the room as they spoke, noting the warning glare from both Santana and Puck. I guess we're being a bit too obvious...

"Outside." Rachel ordered, pointing to the door.

Quinn blinked, "Really?" She asked, wondering if the diva was being serious.

Rachel folded her arms across her chest, "I won't listen to you chatting back to me in the classroom, so you can get out."

The girl ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face.

"Fine." Quinn agreed reluctantly, getting up from her seat and pushing past the singer and walked straight out of the door.

"Everyone, if you could separate into groups of three's and take one of the sheets of music on my desk and start planning on your performance." Rachel told the students as she followed after the teen stopping when her hand reached for the door knob, "Harmony, you're in charge."

There were groans and shouts heard from the class but the teacher shut the door quickly, approaching the girls bathroom without thinking twice.

"What the hell was that?" Rachel shouted, making Quinn flinch slightly, having never heard the woman raise her voice like that before.

"Sorry." The skank shrugged, "You're hot when you're angry."

Rachel fumed, "No, this is serious! You could have got us caught, you can't talk to me like that when we're in school Quinn, you make me look like a bad teacher."

"I didn't mean to do that..." Quinn replied quietly, starting to feel the strange feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach.

"What were you doing then?" Rachel arched her brow, questioningly.

"I was just keeping my image," The teenager said defensively, "Unless you want people to figure out something is going on between us because It would be pretty damn strange if I started going to class and behaving."

"Don't do that, you're not the good guy right now." The teacher prodded the girl's shoulder angrily, "You're not getting away with this so easily."

"What you doing to do?" Quinn bit her bottom lip gently, her eyes darkened.

Rachel's gulped, seeing the girl approach her. God damn, I really need to learn how she does that.

There was a moment where both women stopped, unsure of what happened next. Do they walk away, argue once they were out of the school and away from the danger of being found or stay and finish it now whilst they were both still agitated.

Then Quinn had an entirely new thought as she started walking closer, a noticeable limp in her step since her crutches were leant up against the wall. Rachel was none the wiser when the younger girls lips collided with hers and the teacher melted into the kiss, running her hands through pink hair and pulling Quinn's face closer.

The student groaned, "We don't have long."

"W-we can't do-do this here." Rachel stuttered, trying to find some strength in her to pull away.

"I can't wait, I need to have you now." Quinn husked, desperately.

"Holy Moses." Rachel mumbled, unable to say anything else as the skank's lips moved to behind her ear, slowly kissing down her neck.

Quinn gently bit down on the particularly sensitive spot on the woman's neck, Rachel's back arched in response and her eyes slammed shut.

The music teacher thought back to the first time she and Quinn were in this bathroom, they were in the same position and the memories only increased her desire. It was only when the punk backed her into the sink that she was brought back to the present. The look Quinn was giving her told her one thing, that this time she didn't plan on stopping. Rachel's hands move to either side of her body, gripping onto the sinks and lifting herself up so Quinn didn't have to hold her any longer.

"Hurry up." The brunette said, trying to rush the girl since the class may have been wondering where they'd disappeared to. Fuck the class, Quinn is in-between your legs, forget about them!

The skank agreed and ran her hands down her teacher's body, only stopping once she reached her parted thighs. She pushed Rachel's panties aside and entered her, not bothering to tease since they didn't have enough time. The older woman lunched forwards, this time being the one to initiate a kiss. It was sloppy and desperate, their tongues clashing together.

But a knock on the door stopped Quinn, her fingers came to a halt.

"Rachel, are you in there?" Said the muffled voice behind the door.

The teacher whimpered, "Quinn, don't stop." then brought her hand to the students and helped her start the movements again.

"Rachel?" The man's voice asked again.

"Finn, will you fuck off!" The teacher growled.

"I need to talk to you." He whined.

"I swear... I'm going to hit you... Please just... Go away!" Rachel told him between sharp breath's, finding it incredibly hard to talk as Quinn sped up and curled her fingers to hitting that spot over and over as she pumped in and out, "Holy shit!"

"Come for me." The skank whispered into her ear, nipping on her earlobe.

"Q-uinnnnn." The diva shuddered and climaxed moaning loudly, neither of them caring at this point whether Finn heard or not. The punk watched with wide eyes, mesmerised by Rachel's orgasm and reached up to kiss her.

She's so beautiful, how did you get so lucky Quinn?

"That..." Rachel took a big breath of air, "Was amazing, you're amazing."

"Oh I know." Quinn smirked, assertively.

The musician rolled her eyes and jumped off the sink, "Let's go back to class before your head gets to big to fit through the door."

"I'm not going." Quinn said back, knowing full well that it would just start off the arguments again and still her stubbornness forced her to speak.

"Why not?" Rachel asked bewildered, adjusting her skirt as she spoke.

"Because like I said I have a reputation and I plan on keeping it." The skank stated matter of factly, "I'm ditching the rest of the day, I'm not in the mood to deal with everyone in there anyway."

"Then why did you come back to school?" Rachel was on the verge of stamping her foot and ordering her back into the classroom.

"I was bored."

"You're going to be just as bored hanging around in the bathroom stalls." Rachel snapped, "You can't just refuse an education, you won't graduate if you keep this attitude."

Quinn ground her teeth together and clenched her fists, "Don't patronise me, I know what I'm doing!"

"Clearly not if you plan on walking out of your lessons because you don't like the people in them." The teacher said firmly.

Hesitantly Quinn turned around and walked away, not bothering to argue with the brunette any longer, she continued for the bleachers trying to sound out the shouts from her future girlfriend. Just as Quinn made it to the white steps she noticed a boy with shaggy blonde hair on the football pitch, running laps in the opposing teams jersey.

"Sam!" The skank yelled, gaining the teenager's attention.

The Jock slowed his pace as he looked at the girl until he finally realised who it was shouting his name. He jogged over to the sidelines, his hand coming up to block the sun from his eyes so he could get a better look at his cousin.

"Quinn, is that you?" His eyes widened, having not seen the girl in quite some time her new appearance was a complete surprise.

"Yeah," The girl smiled opening her arms and balancing herself so she could accept a hug.

"Dude, you look like crap." He said with a laugh pulling lightly on a few strands of pink hair, although he was smiling Quinn could see his worry the moment his gaze finally landed on her leg.

"I'm fine," She assured him, "my mom and dad are gone so I'm cool." The punk replied nonchalantly, "Anyway, I'm so glad you're here, I thought you couldn't make it until tomorrow."

"Yeah well I wanted to play my last game as Quarterback and it just so happened to be against McKinley so It was just luck that I was in town to kick your schools ass." He told her, cracking his knuckles.

"I'm sure you will, specially since we have the worlds worst football coach." She snarled, nodding her head in the direction of Mr. Hudson.

"Damn, that's not something you tell a guy after he agrees to transfer here." Sam groaned, he'd been the star quarterback at his school and he was hoping to be moving on to bigger things... Apparently not.

"...So what did you do to piss of the hot brunette?" Quinn followed his line of sight to find Rachel was stood with her hands on her hips and she could just feel the woman's eyes burning into hers.

"It's a really long story..."

A/N: Next chapter will be up very soon, hope you enjoyed the changes and leave a quick review to let me know what you think :)

Next chapter: Faberry give into temptation, we meet Rachel's Ex and some Quick bonding.