Sorry for the wait, I am quite busy with college stuff...enjoy this one and let me know what your thoughts are!

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A/N: The Image for this fanfiction was kindly done by Konako!

Warning: Genderswapped!Quinn

CHAPTER 12

The weeks following the loss at Regionals and the birth of Norah and Finn's baby seemed to fly away and before the McKinley Students knew it, summer had come meaning just one thing: school freedom. Rachel was walking down the hallways, hugging her books to her chest and thinking about how she could fill those 2 months half with vocal and dancing lessons, MySpace videos, family time and, of course, her boyfriend; thoughts were interrupted by the sight of the aforementioned guy standing by his locker in a form fitting polo shirt and dark jeans that did nothing but accentuate his slender yet fit body. Although he was not part of the football team, he had fallen into a strict workout routine that involved morning runs and exercises that did wonders to his upper body, mostly his arms and abs.

"Good morning Quinn." Rachel leaned with her back against the closed locker beside him and smiled up at him, loving the way his eyes lit up at the sound of her own voice. "Since the school year is coming to an end, I was wondering if you had already planned how your summer will unfold." The brunette's hands loosened the grip around the books, as they were taken away from her so that the blonde guy could carry them along his own side.

"I will probably keep working at the bookstore to save up money for rent and, of course, my date nights with my lovely girlfriend." Quinnten leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her smiling mouth, bracing himself against the lockers with his free arm. "Brittany is going to throw a pool party on Friday, will you be my date?" He whispered and tugged lightly at her bottom lip, earning a small nod of approval as her arms circled the back of his head.

"Of course, I don't want anyone else to hang off your arm since I am the only one entitle to be called your 'date'." Rachel leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed their lips together for another soft kiss, before a gagging sound interrupted their sweet moment. "Hello to you Santana, what do we owe the pleasure of being interrupted?" The singer lowered herself back on her feet and slipped her arms around her boyfriend's midsection, leaning her temple against his strong chest.

"I really don't appreciate barfing in the morning, because you two suck at keeping your love behind the closed doors." The cheerleader crossed her arms under her ample chest and smirked at the couple, who just rolled their eyes at her. "Anyway, I wanted to make sure your guy here remembered to accompany me and Britt-Britt to the store, so he can carry the heavy stuff like beer and alcohol."

"Thank San, always a pleasure to know I am only useful for my muscles." Quinnten groaned and rested his hand on his girlfriend's lower back, stroking it in circles over the summer dress she was wearing. "You want to come with us? So I won't feel like a third wheel who has to stop them from having sex in the backseat while I drive and can help us pick vegan food for the barbecue." He looked down at the shorter brunette who nodded and kissed his cheek affectionately.

"I'd love to show you how to broaden your alimentary horizon Quinn, there are multiple ways to keep your proteins and vitamins daily fill without having to conflict with your own conscience over poor animals slaughter." Rachel nodded eagerly and squeezed his waist with her arms, pecking his lips gently before looking back at the other brunette. "We'll be gladly accompanying you, Santana."

"Q, you are whipped man." The Latina shook her head and opened her mouth to give them another smart retort, when a bouncy blonde ran toward them and enveloped her in a bear hug. "Britt!" Her feet were hovering the ground as she was twirled around by the athletic cheerleader, who kissed her cheek and lips alternatively.

"Looks like you aren't the only short stack around here." Quinn smirked and pecked his girlfriend's pouting lips, before taking her by the hand and dragging her toward their first period. "Bye girls!" He called out over his shoulder and chuckled to himself, hearing the words 'ducks' and 'pond' escape from the blonde cheerleader who was already making plans for the rest of the evening.

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Pool parties had always been a dreadful even for her, where she had to witness the hot cheerleaders parade around in their skimpiest outfits and have guys drool over every inch of skin exposed; that's why she had never attended one before, along with the fear of being the target of some prank that involved having her clothes hidden and probably having to walk home in just her swimsuit. Rachel shook her head and walked inside the blonde's large house, she knew Brittany's parents were surgeons but didn't know their house was as big as the Fabray mansion, that both Quinn and Santana had described as huge and like a 'fucking museum' in the Latina's words.

"RACHELLL!" Brittany's voice snapped the brunette out of her thoughts and she had barely time to brace herself against the front door, as she was tackled by the happy blonde who lifted her off her feet and twirled her around. "You came! Glee club is in the backyard and Quinn is cooking." The tall cheerleader set her back down and tugged at her hand, dragging her through the living room toward the backyard where she got a glimpse of the swimming pool and the several tables strategically placed on its left side. "Rachel is here!" The blonde shouted over the music, catching the other members' attention who greeted her with smiles or hand waves before going back to their conversations or drinks.

"Glad you decided to join us, hobbit." Santana strolled up to her, wearing a black and white bikini that accentuated her hips and breasts, making the singer feel conscious in her pink summer dress she had thrown over her yellow bikini. "What's with the dress? It's a pool party!" The Latina tugged at it when a hand was placed on her shoulder and a familiar figure stood behind them. "Fine Q, I'll leave you two to cockblock each other."

"Don't mind her baby, you look gorgeous as ever." Quinn stepped forward and pulled his girlfriend in his arms, connecting their lips in a passionate kiss that left Rachel breathless and craving for more contact; her hands had found their places on his exposed chest and couldn't help themselves but feeling his muscles quiver under her touch. "Are you hungry? I left Mike in charge of your vegan burgers and I might try them too, just so you will still kiss me afterwards." He chuckled and brushed their noses together, smiling at the dreamy look on her face. "You okay babe?"

"Where can I leave my dress?" Rachel's nails scratched along his upper abs as their bodies got even closer, erasing the small distance left between them; the blonde gulped gently and circled her waist with his arm, leading her back inside toward the bedroom zone where purses and other valuable items had been left before joining the party downstairs. When she entered the room, she walked to the desk to leave her small purse on it and reached behind herself to unzip the dress and let it pool on the floor at her feet; after folding it, Rachel turned around to look up at her boyfriend who was trying so hard not to drool or probably pass out for the lack of oxygen in his lungs. "See something you like, Quinn?" She didn't know what the confidence was coming from. Maybe it was because how comfortable she felt in this relationship with the former football player who, among the other things, probably was one of the hottest guy in their school and yet stared at her in awe as if she was the most beautiful thing he'd have ever seen.

"Just thanking someone above for letting summer come earlier this year, cause it'd be a crime to keep you hidden under clothes." He muttered to himself and crossed the space left between them, letting his eyes rake all over her exposed frame. "I am so glad it's a pool party, cause I am in need of cool water right now." Quinn whispered and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her front flushed against his bare chest and shivering at the feelings of their naked skins touching for the first time. "Is it too much?"

"No, it's not too much nor too soon." Rachel's hands clasped together behind his neck, holding onto it as she leaned up to brush their lips together for a soft kiss. She could feel his palms press against her exposed lower back, tracing small circles with the pad of her thumb as their heads tilted to the side to find a better kissing angle. Eyes fluttered shut and ears focused on the noises that came out from their mouths, soft whimpers triggered by the feeling of skin on skin as the party outside was shut out of their small world.

"I feel so lucky to have you, Rachel Berry." Quinn's lips trailed along her jawline, nuzzling and leaving soft bites along the way as his palms descended to grab on the back of her thighs and lift her from off the floor, sitting her on Brittany's desk. Standing between her thighs, he took the time to stare down into her chocolate eyes and smile at her radiant beauty, even in the simpler outfits or without any trace of make-up.

"You make me wish we were alone in your apartment right now, so we could keep kissing like this without fearing to be interrupted." The brunette smiled brushing her thumbs along the V-dip on his hips, loving the way his swimming trunks fell lower on them so she could keep staring at his toned upper body. "I know you are probably wondering when things are going to progress between us, on the more intimately level, and I can assure you that I've done a lot of thinking and researches on the matter, coming to the conclusion that-"

"When you are ready." The former football player kissed her ramble away and strokes the back of her thighs slowly, making sure to keep a physical contact with his girlfriend while they kept on talking about it. "When we are both ready, then we'll take things as they come because I know that, despite how easy it could be to just take advantage of situations like these, we'd end up having a bitter taste in our mouth afterwards." He searched for any discomfort or sadness in her deep brown eyes, but was glad to find none and they were on the same page again.

"When we are both ready sounds like a good way to approach it, I know that after Norah you might still be hanging on that hurt she caused you and I totally get it. She was your first love and no one forgets that." Rachel's hands cupped his face, kissing him gently as her legs locked behind his waist keeping him in place against her front. She couldn't help the sadness at the thought of the ex-Head Cheerleader still holding a spot in her boyfriend's heart who, instead, was probably her own first love.

"You are right about one thing, it hurts but not because of the reason you might think of." Quinnten pulled his head back to stare at the confusion washing over his girlfriend's face. "The betrayal and all those lies hurt, but things between me and her happened more for popularity reasons than for romantic ones. We brought each other to the top of the ladder and you know they say you realize something is worth it the moment you lose it? Then, my social status didn't matter. I don't care about popularity Rachel not when I can finally say I have friends who love me for who I am and not for what I am. Not when I finally found someone who supports me despite me being the captain of the Football team or a punk loser who smoked behind the bleachers." He leaned down and kissed her softly one more time before resting their foreheads together. "She is not my first love, Rachel."

"Quinn! Berry! Stop fucking in Britt's room, I'm the only doing the nasty in there with her and drag your white asses to the pool, no one wants to eat rabbit food!" Santana knocked hard on the door and shouted from the other side, effectively breaking their moment with her usual smartass / angry behavior. "Hurry up or I'mma goin' Lima Heights on your asses!" With one last hard slap on the wooden door, she stomped her way back downstairs toward their other friends.

"Let's go before she knocks the door down and I'll have to pay for having it repaired." Quinn pecked his girlfriend's lips and helped her back down, lacing their fingers they left the privacy of the cheerleader's bedroom to find mischievous eyes and knowing smirks welcome them back. "Geez guys, mind your own business." He growled at the leery smirk on Santana's face who winked at both of them over her beer glass, the blonde guy flipped her the middle finger and tugged his blushing girlfriend toward the still warm burgers.

"What did I miss?" Finn's voice echoed through the backyard, as he walked in carrying a six beer pack and looked around to find any recap of the party till he got there. His eyes lingered on the couple standing by the food table, laughing at something his former best friend had said and making his own stomach flip in a not pleasant way at the sight of such a happy Rachel.

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The party had started dying down after hours of chilling in the cool water and finishing all the alcohol they had brought to celebrate the end of the school year; everyone in the Glee club had already made plans for the months ahead of them, Mike, Matt & Artie were off to some geek camp while Tina was going to visit her grandparents in Philadelphia for a month; Mercedes and Kurt had enrolled themselves in a fashion course in Columbus, leaving the two cheerleaders, Finn, Norah and the newly formed couple to spend most of the time in Lima.

Quinn and Rachel were lying on one of the pool chairs, cuddling in the small space with the brunette wearing her boyfriend's t-shirt over her still slightly damp bikini; kisses and soft words were exchanged between them, quickly losing themselves in their small world as a pair of longing eyes kept sneaking glances at their interaction. After having given the baby up for adoption, Norah had made it quite clear that she didn't want anything to do with him nor partake in any 'friends with benefits' deal like he had suggested, with the fear of getting pregnant again with him.

"Whatcha staring at, Finnept?" Santana stood in front of him and fixed him with her best HBIC glare that rivaled Quinn's angry glare for intensity and scariness; arms crossed over her chest, she waited for him to formulate words on his head that would probably make him look like an idiot. "Still waiting, Hudson."

"None of your business, Santana. Where did you leave Brittany? She might get lost, given how her hair color match her IQ, after all." He smirked dumbly and tried to move past her only to be punched in his jaw, that sent him stumbling back into the pool behind his back. "Fuck Santana!" He growled lowly and pushed himself out with his arms, ready to fight the Latina back only to have Quinn standing protectively in front of his best friend. "Get the hell out of my way, Quinnten."

"Why? So you can hit a girl? I didn't realize how low you could get Finn until now." Despite his height disadvantage, the blonde stood his ground and looked up at the wet boy whose fists were clenched to the side. "You don't know how much I wish you dared to hit me, so I can finally give you what you deserved months ago for going behind my back and sleeping with my ex."

"Still hurt over that? Does Rachel know you are still pining over that story while being in a relationship with her?" The tall quarterback turned to look at the brunette, who was tending to the Latina's knuckles with an icepack. "Do you know you'll never stand a chance with him? Neither I can compete with how much he means to the girl I had a baby with, how could you?" He tried to move toward Rachel only to be pushed back by the blonde guy who had Mike and Matt hovering behind him too. "You should find someone who can love you the way you deserve and not like a second choice."

"You should leave before you make a bigger fool of yourself, Finn Hudson." Rachel walked up to him and laced her fingers with Quinn's one, squeezing his hand for support. "Should I find someone else like you maybe? Who ignored me after our first kiss because it wouldn't be worth it to lose your popularity for a loser like me? They might have history together, but I assure you I would never trade my relationship with Quinn for someone like you."

"Leave Finn, before I kick you out myself." Quinn snapped at him and moved to the side to point toward the backyard door, making sure he got the message loud and clear; Finn pushed past them and approached the door, kicking the pool chair where they had been cuddling on while he walked out. Everyone exhaled a deep relieved breath hearing his truck's engine roar before he pulled out the parking lot, leaving them to enjoy the rest of the party.