A/N: Hi! Very sorry for such a long wait for an update. I've been depressed, sick, and almost lost both my cats, which are okay now, but it was a close call. Teddy Bear might have cancer, and hopefully with the shots he's received he'll stay acting like a frisky, loud cat again.

Okay, forget my sad life, let's move on with the chapter. It's just a filler because I'm going to start working on Rachel's transformation soon, which will most-likely end up being split in half by two chapters. As of now, Brittany and Santana still don't know about Quinn's dad being back and Holly is still in SF, just to bring you up to date. Song ideas would be appreciated. And any ideas on what Mr. Schue's next assignment should be?

May I mention that I had the best Valentine's Day ever? Faberry won best TV couple! I laugh and scream at the TV now whenever a Supernatural commercial comes on. We voted our hearts out and won fair and square, congrats guys, we did it! Thank you to Cactus Luv for taking a little time to vote :D I CAN'T wait for that interview.

On with the show!


A nice, gentle breeze swayed through the courtyard, the brunette girl taking a long breath to inhale its sweetness and familiar, soothing scent. Her hands possessively curled around the blonde's hips as she leaned over her, nails digging in slightly on the Wednesday afternoon.

Hell, they hadn't even been together for a week and Rachel wanted the blonde so badly it wasn't even funny. Her senses ran wild, being able to feel the light heartbeat of Quinn's as her front pressed up to her back.

The courtyard was brimming with liveliness from the teenagers swarming around during their lunch. Quinn sat eating quietly, content to just let any thoughts of her father slip and stuff her face while she felt her girlfriend behind her, and feeling her nails digging a bit deeper when she pressed back a little into her. Practically the whole school knew the two were together, and hadn't really taken much mind to it. They didn't bother to hide their means of affection, fully kissing each other in the choir room and looking the other girl over in plain sight.

Quinn wanted Rachel, too. A lot. She had to keep pushing back the urge to throw her down and deflower her. Even though she was pretty sure Rachel wouldn't mind, she didn't want to come across that she was so deprived right now. And how would they even…

Quinn ushered the question to the back of her head, trying her best to not think about it.


Brittany poured the rest of the bag of chips into the massive bowl, grinning at the mound of Doritos. Santana bumped her hip into hers from where she was washing some grapes, soaking the moisture up in a paper towel when she finished quickly after.

With a short laugh, Santana said, "Have you seen those two? They're totally gonna do it soon."

"I don't know, San," Brittany began. "I mean, yes they totes have the hots for each other, but with Rachel changing soon… couldn't it be dangerous?"

"Yeah," the Latina sighed. "But did you see them this morning at Berry's locker? Q was pawing at her like a lap dog beggin' for a treat, B."

"And Rach at lunch! I swear Rachel wanted to feel Quinn's boobs in public."

Santana guffawed, gurgling at the straight forwardness that with Brittany had said it.

"What would I do without you, Brittany?"


"I'm done with this, I need a break," Quinn huffed and closed her binder forcefully, looking up into brown eyes across from her.

"You're such an amazing student," Rachel admired, holding Quinn's hand.

"You're an amazing singer," Quinn said.

"Then you're an amazing girlfriend," Rachel growled playfully, tightening her grip on Quinn's hand and bringing their intertwined hands up to Quinn's neck, tickling a spot there. The blonde nuzzled Rachel's arm, quickly kissing her wrist.

Rachel hummed her approval, letting go of Quinn's hand to reach behind her to scroll through Brittany's iPod to select a song, chocolaty brown eyes flashing with mischief the instant the song began.

You say that I'm messing with your head

All 'cause I was making out with your friend

Love hurts whether it's right or wrong

I can't stop 'cause I'm having too much fun

Quinn smirked as Rachel advanced on her, placing both her warm hands on the blonde's legs, leaning over her and then dropping her head down to catch Quinn's lips with her own. Their tongues dueled for domination, Quinn's arms coming up to slip around Rachel's waist, hands soon groping the diva's butt.

You're on your knees

Begging please

Stay with me

But honestly I just need to be a little crazy

The blonde's head arched back into Brittany's pillows, rolling her body to try to get more contact with the starlet's. Rachel nipped at her neck, and Quinn's hand trailed its way up her side to gently rest on her stomach, hand splayed to gather the warmth, absorb the heat from the brunette that she somewhat lacked.

All my life I've been good but nowI'm thinking, what the hell?

All I want is to mess around

And I don't really care about
If you love me, if you hate me

You can't save me, baby, baby

All my life I've been good but now

Whoa, what the hell?

"Yes, exactly, what the hell?" Santana's voice boomed.

Rachel stopped her assault on Quinn's collarbone to look up, eyebrows raised, irritated at being interrupted. Rachel's hands pressed firmly against the blonde's thighs, with one of Quinn's hands placed on Rachel's butt, the other still pressed against the brunette's flat stomach.

"They aren't even acting guilty!" Santana expressed, exasperated when Brittany came in behind her. The two stayed in their position, not bothering to move.

"This is unfair and hypocritical. Every time Britt and I start to do stuff, Q here forbids it, but look at her now, under Rachel Berry. Seriously, Quinn, you guys haven't even done it yet, you've got no idea what it's like to crave someone."

At that, the blonde got uncomfortable and rolled Rachel off of her.

"You're a bitch, San," Rachel grumbled.

"And I'm aware of that, thank you," she smiled widely.

With Brittany's capricious nature, she flung herself onto the bed, throwing herself at the two. "When you guys are going to do it, just come to us and we can help." Both girls' eyes widened tremendously looking at one another. "Well, we can't help you when you're doing it, but we can sure help before!" The tall blonde said cheerily.

Quinn and Rachel fell back against the pillows, groaning.


Hope you liked it. The song was "What the Hell" by Avril Lavigne :)

R&R!