AN: I spent days writing and re-writing this and I'm still not satisfied. *sighs* I hope you guys like it though. Here's Part 2.
Chapter 10
*Rachel*
This job is not at all fun. You've been sitting in this god forsaken courtroom for the past hour and a half next to Brittany, while watching her carefully find a reason to rip apart every single motion brought forward to the court by that awful defence attorney guy. How is he even a lawyer? You can't help but wonder. Santana knows a lot more about law than you do but you're sure that even she is questioning how he managed to pass the bar. You know nothing about law except the basics but you're pretty sure that he's the worse defender you've ever seen. Every time Brittany shoots down one of his motions to the court you spy Blaine getting a little more irritated. You would think that Karofsky would be more careful when defending a murderer less he ends up dead himself. Seriously, it happens like in every court movie. Quinn hasn't even had to do much of anything except sit and pretend to be intrigued by what's going on but you can tell that she's bored. Hell, everyone in the whole damn courtroom is bored. Even the guy with all the protest signs that Quinn had to tell to be quiet about four hundred times, before she decided to throw in the line about finding him in contempt of court, which made her look so hot just fyi is bored. You're pretty sure that it's him you can hear snoring soundly from all the way in the back. The only person that you know for sure is remotely even paying attention at this point is Santana. You've been spying on her spying on Brittany pretty much ever since court started. It's the cutest thing having to watch her hold in her squeals and try not to burst with excitement every time Brittany wins an argument. You both seriously need to convene in her room later tonight to talk strategy because it's becoming insanely harder and downright frustrating trying to maintain the professional boundaries. At that point you decide to look over in Quinn's direction and you find her already looking at you. Every single time that she does it, excites you more than the time before. You blush a little at that fact. She's supposed to be watching Brittany who you hadn't even realised had stood up yet again to make her point to the court, but by the way that she's looking at you, you know that she hasn't heard a single word. The moment is interrupted when you hear his voice ring out with his by now trademarked statement,
"Objection your honour. She has no evidence or legal grounds to make such a claim."
That's the only sentence that you're now 100% certain that he knows. She gives you an apologetic smile before sadly she has to tear her gaze away from you to pretend to focus on whatever nonsense it is that you are fairly sure Karofsky's now saying. You keep looking at her though. She's too beautiful to not look at. Suddenly your phone beeps and you fish it out of your pocket before un-gluing your eyes from off of her to see what the message is and who it's from.
'Easy tiger. Any more eye sex and you'll practically impregnate the entire courtroom. Keep it in your pants!'
You try to hide your blush as you glance up at Santana but the smirk that she sends you lets you know that she's seen it. You decide that two can play that game and so you type your reply and sit back in your chair to watch her read it.
'Like you're one to talk. I can practically hear you swallowing from space every time that Brittany crosses and un-crosses her legs.'
The look on her face is priceless. She sends you a subtle salute with her middle finger and you congratulate yourself on your excellent display of self-discipline by not bursting out into a fit of laughter. You watch her dip her head ever so slightly to type her reply before you're interrupted by Quinn's forceful voice,
"Your motion has been denied Karofsky and if I have to tell you that again you will find yourself in a jail cell right next to your client for the night. Understand?"
"Yes your honour." Comes his reply but you don't miss the look of pure contempt on his face.
"Great. You have one more motion correct?" she addresses him.
"Yes your honour."
"You may present it to the court."
She briefly glances in your direction, throwing you an amused smile before leaning back in her high chair to listen to Karofsky's surely pointless babble.
'Careful Berry. I'm pretty sure undressing a judge with your eyes qualifies as lewd behaviour.'
Says the first text.
'Although I know that you wouldn't mind for one second being locked up in her jail cell. ;)'
Says the second.
You're about to tell her that you wouldn't mind one bit when you're brought back to reality by Brittany's voice beside you.
"Objection your honour. Very strong objection."
"Under what grounds counsellor?" Quinn asks her with a slight tilt of her head. You love that head tilt. You recognize that head tilt.
"Under the grounds that the defence is clearly insane." Comes her reply with a small smile playing on her lips.
You watch from her to Quinn and you realise that they're playing with Karofsky. You're not certain if it's intentional or not but him being the obvious airhead that he is certainly makes it all too easy not too.
"Now counsellor, that's not fairly legal enough grounds to make an objection to the motion of the defence." Quinn says sporting the same smile that Brittany is.
Yup. It's intentional.
"Does that mean that you're granting the motion to allow my client to be given bail?" comes Karofsky's hopeful reply and you can't help but feel a little bad for him. Only a little.
"Unless the prosecution can find a better reason why that would not be a good idea, we shall take a short recess and then reconvene for my judgement."
The entire courtroom awakens along with protest sign guy at that statement and then shifts to watch Brittany. You get the feeling that this is the motion that everyone has been waiting for. She turns to you with something akin to fear in her eyes and so you reach out and hold her hand underneath the desk.
"I don't know if I can do this." She says to you and you can literally feel the nerves in her entire body.
"Of course you can. You're the badass DA. This is what you live for."
"I know but what if I mess it up? I can't allow Blaine to go free."
"Then don't let him. Just stand up and give your closing argument like we practiced. You got this."
She takes a deep breath to compose herself before she utters,
"Thanks Rachel." while giving your hand in hers a little squeeze.
"Don't mention it Brit."
As she stands up you glance over at Santana who's looking at you not with jealously, but with concern. You send her a look to let her know that everything's fine before she nods in confirmation and then turns to give all her attention back to Brittany. If the way you look at Quinn is considered lewd behaviour, then the way that Santana is looking at Brittany is most definitely sexual harassment.
"That won't be necessary your honour. The prosecution is ready."
You chuckle lightly at the audible sigh that escapes loudly from Karofsky. If you were in his position, you would have been taking straight shots of Vodka right now. The man has to be applauded for his self-restraint because honestly how can you applaud anything else?
"The floor is yours counsellor. Proceed."
You watch as Quinn, Santana, Karofsky, Blaine and pretty much the entire courtroom sit up and focus in on Brittany. It makes you feel more than a little nauseous. Now you know why she seemed so panicked just now.
"Your honour," she begins "The prosecution does not think that it would be in the courts best interests to let Blaine Anderson go. He is a murderer and a drug dealer."
"Objection your honour. That has not yet been proven!" Karofsky's spits and you can't help but wonder why he is even still talking at this point.
"On what grounds counsellor?" Quinn asks and you know that it's only because she needs to be fair.
He looks stunned for a moment before he says,
"On the grounds that there is no concrete proof your honour."
Blaine closes his eyes and takes a deep breath while shaking his head and you're pretty sure that the 'just dumb' comment you heard came from Santana's direction.
"I'm sure that the prosecution wouldn't be so foolish as to make claims to the court without proper evidence counsellor. But if it would appease your mind, I will ask." She says to Karofsky before turning to face Brittany.
"Are the claims made by the defence about the prosecution true? Do you not have the sufficient enough evidence needed to support your claims?" the smile in her voice evident.
"We have more than enough sufficient evidence your honour and if the defence would stop interjecting so much, I would be more than happy to exhibit them." Brittany responds with a light smile.
"Very well then. You are over-ruled counsellor. Let the prosecution finish."
He sits back down and Quinn puts her eyes back on Brittany. Is he a public defender? Or a paid one because... He is not worth whatever he's being paid.
"Exhibit A," she says while holding up a piece of paper and showing it to the court,
"I have a sworn statement in my possession right here from Mike Chang, who is the officer that arrested the defendant as well as was wounded by him, clearly stating that he saw the defendant shoot and kill all four people before turning the gun on him and shooting him in the right shoulder."
She then hands the paper to Quinn before continuing,
"Exhibit B," she says holding up an evidence bag with what looks like a 9mm pistol inside,
"The gun used to kill all four people and wound officer Mike Chang. It was tested for fingerprints and the only ones found on it, are the ones that belong to the defendant. It was also tested for ballistics and the bullets in this gun correspond exactly with the ones retrieved from the victims' bodies as well as the right shoulder of Officer Mike Chang."
Again, she hands it to Quinn.
"Exhibit C," she says this time holding up a bag of cocaine for the court to see,
"This is what they were killed for your honour. Cocaine."
Brittany then turns her attention away from Quinn and towards Karofsky.
"He's killed four people and wounded a police officer. If Officer Mike Chang wasn't able to use his left hand after he was shot, to get off a shot, that luckily hit your client in the leg and afforded him the opportunity to subdue him, then he would be dead right now. So don't sit there and object to me trying to keep this murderer slash drug dealers pathetic ass locked up. Because you and I both know as well as everyone else in this entire room, that if we let him go someone's going to end up dead before the sun even has a chance to set and rise again. The streets are not safe with him loose."
With that she turns her attention back to Quinn and gives her the baggie of cocaine before saying,
"The prosecution rests your honour."
She returns to her seat next to you and you pat her on the back.
"Good job." You whisper and she grants you a small smile in thanks.
She then looks up and stares at Santana who's sending her a blinding smile. You have a little inside laugh with yourself over the reactions that they bring out in each other and that Quinn brings out in you. Seriously, like why aren't any of you dating yet? You're brought out of your wishful thinking by Quinn's gavel hitting whatever it is that gavels hit.
"Bailiff, please escort these items back to the prosecution." She says handing him all the things that Brittany gave to her.
"The court shall now take a 20 minute recess in which time I will look over all the evidence brought forward. We shall reconvene at twelve noon for my judgement."
She hits her gavel once more before you all stand when Santana says her customary 'All rise' and Quinn exits the courtroom through the door that leads to her chambers. You signal Santana to come sit with Brittany as you make your way over to the door that leads to where Quinn just disappeared too.
You find her sitting behind her desk with her head down, intently reading whatever's on the sheets of paper that litter it. She hasn't spotted you yet and so you take the time to study her office for a bit. It's painted in white and blue and has a gorgeous chandelier hanging not to low from the ceiling. There's a bookshelf off to the side by the window stacked with all sorts of books. You spy a fridge in the corner next to a desk that you can't help but smile at once you realize that it's Santana's. Quinn even got her a nameplate and everything. Very cool. There's nothing else in her office besides the black leather chairs in front of her large black desk and a mantle behind her displaying her many accolades. The one for Judge of the Year stands out right next to her award for when she passed the bar. You spy her award from when she graduated Harvard at the top of her class, sitting quaintly next to an honorary Doctorate from Yale. Here you were thinking that your award record was impressive. You've got nothing on Quinn. You let your eyes roam over them all before you guide it back to the place where she now sits staring at you with an amused look in her eyes. The blush on your face is instant. She really needs to stop doing that.
"How long have you been staring at me?" you ask her quietly.
"Awhile." She says while smiling and leaning back in her chair, "It was kind of hard not to."
"Oh really?" you smirk at her, "And why exactly is that?"
She tilts her head to the left and you watch as a smile spreads across her face before she looks you in the eyes and says,
"Honestly I have no idea."
She then gets up from behind her desk and makes her way forward until she's standing directly in front of you. You heart threatens to stop beating when she slowly encircles her arms around your waist, not taking her eyes off of yours for the entire time before she says,
"The only thing I know is that I love watching you and I love catching you watching me. And I know that I probably shouldn't say this because we're trying to be professional or whatever but I really, like really want to kiss you right now."
And those words are all it takes for your heart to stop beating. You're momentarily stunned. First by her beauty of course, which is more than a little breathtaking this up close and personal, and secondly because she took the words right out of your mouth. Rachel Berry speechless? It could only be because of Quinn Fabray. You've been wanting to kiss her for ages and as you stand in front of her, with her hands around you and her eyes alight with a fire that warms you in places you didn't know could get so hot, you decide that there's no better time than right now to grant her wish.
It starts of slow and tender as you both find and match each others rhythms easily. You were in semi control of your senses until her tongue slid across your lips and you nearly passed out from the jolt of electricity that came along with it. You tilt her head back slightly and she doesn't hesistate to allow your tongue the requested access to deepen the kiss. You can't help but feel a little lightheaded right now. She's a way better kisser in reality. Not that you've dreamt about what it would be like to kiss her or anything, because that would be weird but if you did, it most certainly beats out even your most creative imaginations. With a final run of your fingers through her hair, which feels like you imagine the clouds would, you gently pull your lips away from hers to take a much needed breath but you almost forget to breathe altogether when she placed her lips back on yours for a chaste kiss that ended with her gently pulling on your bottom lip for a few seconds.
You see her eyes come alive with a desire that you're clearly sure mimics your own as soon as you open your eyes. That kiss was,
"Wow." She verbalises for you both with a shy smile.
Definitely a wow but you don't really know what to say, so you gift her with a smile in return as you stand with her hands now in yours. There are so many thoughts going through your head and you're not sure how to properly verbalise any of them, so you just stay quiet. You don't want to do the wrong thing and freak her out or say the wrong thing and upset her, but before you can even dwell too much she's glancing at the watch on her wrist.
"Shit. It's been twelve o'clock. We gotta go."
And with that she's back behind her desk, stacking up her papers and then coolly strutting back over in your direction. You silently follow her out of her office and into the little booth that she again has to walk out from.
"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want too." She says calmly but you don't believe it for one second. You've been around her long enough to know that right now, she is anything but calm.
"Of course we have to talk about it. If we don't, how will we figure out what it means?" you ask her. "Maybe we could take a drive later on?"
The blinding smile that she sends your way before she kisses your cheek and says,
"I'd love that."
Is enough to make you want to kiss her again, but you can't do that until you figure out three things. Firstly, what the kiss meant. Secondly, where do you both go from here? Thirdly and most importantly, how the hell do you tell Santana?
You walk out of the booth and over to where Santana sits laughing with Brittany. They look so good together, just like you and Quinn do. You definitely have to find a way to make her see that staying away from them both isn't an option anymore. Especially for you. Not after that kiss.
"Oh hey Rach," Santana says once she spots you, "Everything ok?"
"Yeah. Great. Quinn's ready to come out, so you should probably go."
Ok maybe you shouldn't have said it like that, but it's not really your fault. You're just really tense right now. She watches you for a moment with a mildly sad expression before she turns to Brittany and gives her a half hearted smile. She doesn't even look at you as she gets up and leaves.
"Ouch Rachel. That was really mean. You didn't have to say it like that." Comes Brittany's voice from where you now sit next to her.
You give her a look that says you know before you're all standing again when Santana announces Quinn's presence. She walks in and gives Santana a look that you can't understand before she takes her seat and Santana tells you all to do the same.
"After careful deliberation," Quinn begins with a subtle smile in your direction, "I have made my decision."
"Will the defence please stand for the verdict." Santana says after a little hand prompt from Quinn.
Blaine and Karofsky both stand before Quinn continues,
"Due to the argument put forward by the prosecution, I have no choice but to deny the motion that the defendant Mr. Blaine Anderson be granted bail."
The courtroom erupts into cheers as you hug Brittany.
"This is such bullshit!" Karofsky screams from where he stands next to a dejected Blaine.
The entire courtroom quiets and waits with baited breath for either him to continue or for Quinn to say something, which after a beat, she does.
"Be very careful what you say next counsellor. Your client looks like he could use the company tonight."
"Don't patronize me Judge Fabray. We all know that the only reason you denied my motion is because that bitch you call a sister is the DA."
You look around for Santana and it takes you a minute to realise that she's now standing directly in front of Quinn's bench, ready to put whoever approaches it down. So that's what Quinn's look meant. She doesn't look too happy about Karofsky's comment either. You feel Brittany stiffen next to you and Quinn's face remains impassive even though you know that she's about to blow a gasket.
"The reason your motion was denied counsellor, is because you're an idiot." she states cooly.
"You can't tell your ass from Blaine's and that's the fucking reason why his bail has been denied. Maybe if you put all the energy you waste being an asshole into actually being a lawyer, one sweet day you may fucking become one. And please refrain from calling other people names when you're the one who had to suck every dick on the board to pass the bar. The only b word you better call the DA from now on is brilliant and you're in contempt of court. Bailiff, take them both away."
You don't know who's more surprised between you, Brittany and the court as the bailiffs lead both Blaine and Karofsky away,
"You're both going to pay for this!" being his last words.
Everyone except Santana looks like they weren't expecting that. You look up to where Quinn was a few seconds ago to find that she's gone.
"Court is adjourned." Santana says and you watch as everyone starts filing out if the doors.
"I'm gonna go find Quinn." Brittany says giving you one last hug before going over to hug Santana and then disappearing through the door that leads to Quinn's office.
It's just you and Santana now. She looks at you as you walk towards her and you know that there's no better time than the present to tell her.
"About earlier," you begin "I'm sorry. It's just that I was thinking too much about what happened between me and Quinn and you know how I get when I'm confused about how I feel and stuff."
"What exactly happened between you and Quinn to make you get all confused about your feelings and stuff?" she asks raising an eyebrow.
"We kissed." You say and close your eyes in anticipation of the spanglish curses that never come.
"Open your eyes Berry. I'm not gonna go all spanglish Santana on you."
"Why not? I thought you were gonna be mad at me."
"If I got mad at you then I would have to get mad at myself." she says giving you a playful smirk.
"Wait ... Mad at yourself for Oh My God!" you shriek into the now empty courtroom "You kissed Brittany didn't you?"
"Yes hobbit. Yes I did."
"Wait, when?"
"In here during the break when it was empty," she says while running her hand through her now un-ponytailed hair.
"I don't even know how it happened. One minute we were talking about which Britney Spears songs were our favourites and the next thing I know she's in my lap and we're kissing each other like it's a scene from The L Word."
You can't help the laugh that escapes at that.
"Don't laugh Berry," she says through a smile, "It's not funny."
"You're right, I'm sorry," you say smiling too, "The L Word was a good show though."
"Bite me Berry." she says while gently shoving your shoulder, "Now that we've both kissed our respective gorgeous blondes, what do we do next?"
"I told Quinn that we would take a drive later and talk about it. Maybe you should carry Brittany for one too."
She looks at you for a moment before she asks,
"How did it feel when you kissed her?"
"It felt like I could do it forever." You answer honestly, "How about you?"
"It felt like heaven and it hurt like hell to stop."
We just sit there thinking in silence for awhile before it's interrupted by the laughter of none other than the subjects of our thoughts.
"You guys ready?" they ask in unison and the look that Santana gives you makes it clear that you're not the only one thinking no. You reach forward however and take Quinn's hand in yours glancing at Santana before you respond for you both,
"It's now or never."