A/N: So here we have a small time jump to Saturday. I know at least TeirAnazazi was afraid that there was going to be a Faberry and Britanna foursome in this chapter. I can assure you that I am solely a Faberry shipper, in this fic at least, and that if you ever were to find something by me that was Britanna it would purely be a smutty one-shot.

I'm starting to think that this fic will be largely Quinn's days mainly because she knows what she wants and Rachel still doesn't really. I also see Quinn as more of a domineering character.

Another big (relative term) chapter here. Get around it!

Also, special mention/ thanks to the people who have been reviewing every chapter, it is very much appreciated.

Now that that is cleared up, Read and Review, you know you want to ;).

Quinn's day.

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Quinn sighed as she pulled her car up to the front of Rachel's house. She really didn't want to do this. She looked to her bag in the backseat of her car. She would rather be taking it out here and stay with Rachel in her room. Not only would they get some 'fun time', but they wouldn't have to put up with Santana either.

Quinn got out of her car and walked to the front door. When she rang the doorbell she could hear lots of rushing around. The door was opened quite quickly and it revealed a slightly dishevelled Hiram. He looked Quinn up and down for a second. There seemed to be trace amounts of contempt there but he let her in anyway, obviously he hadn't forgotten about her bullying days.

"Hello again Quinn. I think I'm going to pass Rachel off to you. She's in her room." Hiram said. Quinn didn't really understand.

"I'm not sure I get what you mean by that but okay." Quinn was happy to have Rachel 'passed off to her' any day. She began to climb the stairs. She heard some banging coming from the room she now knew to be Rachel's. She tentatively pushed the door open, expecting a bomb to be on the other side.

"Rachel, what's going on?" Quinn asked as she walked inside. She noted that clothes were strewn all over the room and there was an empty suitcase lying on the floor. She looked around the room for Rachel, but couldn't find her. "Rachel?" Quinn asked a little worried. She walked towards Rachel's bed. She squealed when she felt something wrap around her ankle. She jumped away and looked down to see Rachel laughing at her from beneath the bed.

"You should have seen you face!" Rachel laughed out. Quinn decided that a spoken response wouldn't fit the anger she was feeling so she walked over and sat on the bed. As expected, it sagged under her weight and onto Rachel. "No, no Quinn I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Rachel screamed. Quinn got up when she heard the genuine panic in her voice. When the weight was gone Rachel scrambled to get away from her bed.

"Are you okay Rach? I just meant to get you back, not terrify you." Quinn walked over and wrapped her arms around Rachel who seemed to be shaking slightly.

"I'm claustrophobic." Rachel admitted. Quinn wrapped her arms tighter around Rachel.

"I'm so sorry Rachel." Quinn said.

"It's okay, you didn't know. I kinda asked for it as well. I scared you, you scared me, we're even." Rachel said as she wrapped her own arms around Quinn. "You're also comforting me which is probably more than any of my ex-boyfriends would have. They probably would have laughed at me." Rachel said sadly. Quinn really didn't know how to respond to that.

"Ready to go?" Quinn asked attempting to change the subject from one dark thing, ex-boyfriends, to another, probably darker thing, sleepover with Santana.

"No. I can't think of what to bring." Rachel said.

"What the hell happened to your room?" Quinn asked as she released Rachel and picked up a piece of clothing from the floor.

"I just said that I can't decide what to bring. Weren't you listening?" Rachel asked, slightly affronted.

"You mean all of these are from looking at what to bring?" Quinn asked incredulously. "Rachel it really doesn't matter. Bring what you are wearing now and a toothbrush." Quinn suggested. It was too funny for Quinn to handle when Rachel's mouth dropped open. She broke into a fit of giggles.

"It's not funny Quinn. Tell me what I should actually bring." Rachel demanded.

"I'm serious Rachel. I said I wouldn't lie to you and I won't." Quinn said. Rachel looked like she was having an internal debate on whether or not she trusted Quinn. She nodded once.

"Okay. Just let me get my toothbrush." Rachel retrieved her toothbrush from the bathroom, slipped it into a plastic case and then into her bag. "Let's go then." It was Quinn's turn to nod as she led Rachel out of the house.

"Bye dad. Bye daddy." Rachel called over her shoulder.

"Bring her back in one piece Quinn." Was the reply Quinn heard.

"I promise I will. See you tomorrow." Quinn called as Rachel closed the door. "Apparently I'm your keeper for this sleepover." Quinn said with a smirk.

"And what might that entail?" Rachel asked with false innocence.

"Well, I guess part of it might be making sure you are nice and warm when you sleep. I'll also try and have you sleepy." Quinn replied with a wink.

"I'm looking forward to it." Rachel said as she got into the car.

"I'll bet you are." Quinn muttered as she got into the car.

"I heard that." Rachel said when Quinn was seated. "So, keeping in mind that you said you wouldn't lie to me, did you have some fun with my panties this week. I know that seeing I've been busy we haven't had much time." Rachel said with a knowing look. Quinn shook her head.

"Give me a little credit Rachel. It's not like I'm some horny guy." Quinn said.

"You know what, you're right. You're some horny girl. The same horny girl that basically raped me in a corridor. Girls want it just as much as guys Quinn, but you want it more than both." Rachel said.

"Well as long as we are sharing stories, let's not forget the time you squirted. Which one was that again? Oh right, basically every time I look at you." Rachel blushed deeply.

"I'm going to make you squirt sooner or later." Rachel said.

"Good luck to you." Quinn said. She didn't like the look in Rachel's eye, but she knew she could probably cope with whatever Rachel threw at her.

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"'Bout time you got here." Santana exclaimed when Quinn rang the doorbell. Quinn muttered, 'by design' under her breath causing Rachel to laugh. "What's so funny?" Santana asked.

"Thinking of a joke Quinn told me in the car." Rachel answered.

"And that was?" Santana asked Quinn.

"If a man with red hair works in a bakery does that make him a ginger bread man?" Quinn thought of the first joke to come to her head. Luckily, both Santana and Rachel chuckled a little.

"Hi guys!" Brittany exclaimed as they walked inside.

"Hey Brittany." The Faberry girls said together.

"You know where you're sleeping right Q? You can drop your bags there." Santana said in a bored voice. Quinn nodded.

"C'mon Rach." Quinn said with a jerk of her head as an indication to follow. She led Rachel to a room upstairs. Quinn pushed the door open and walked inside, closely followed by Rachel.

"We get a bedroom to ourselves?" Rachel asked.

"You would rather sleep in the same room as Santana, or even worse, Santana and Brittany?" Quinn asked.

"Not a chance. It's only a single bed though." Rachel pointed out. Quinn was extra happy about that. To her, single bed meant more contact, more contact meant happy Quinn.

"Well, I guess it'll have to do, unless you want to sleep on the floor of course." Quinn said. She really didn't want to let on how pumped she was for the time of 'sleeping'.

"Yeah right, and give you the bed to yourself? Fat chance." Rachel replied. Quinn tried to hold back the grin that she knew would split her face in two.

"Very well then. Shall we go downstairs to let the pain commence?" Quinn asked.

"We can't just confine ourselves to this room until it's time to leave?" Rachel asked.

"You rather be stuck in a room with me for the next twelve hours?" Quinn asked. Rachel shrugged.

"You've been nice to me lately." Rachel pointed out. Quinn wanted to just say that she would never be mean to her again, but she knew Rachel either flat out wouldn't believe her, or she would think Quinn was playing some kind of prank.

"That I have." Quinn agreed.

"You doing it to get laid?" Rachel asked.

"No." Quinn was a little surprised by the question. "Are you suggesting that if I were mean to you then you wouldn't have sex with me? Come on Rachel, we both know you want me." Quinn husked, stepping into Rachel's space. She immediately noticed Rachel's breathing pick up.

"I don't deny that I want you, just I do have some self respect." Rachel said.

"You seem to lose it when either one of us is naked." Quinn whispered into Rachel's ear.

"Wow that is so hot." Quinn and Rachel both jumped when they heard Brittany's voice.

"You agree with her, don't you Rach?" Quinn whispered to Rachel before walking past her and out of the room. She smirked as she walked away; she had seen Rachel's eyes slam shut. She walked downstairs and into the lounge room where she dropped herself down onto the couch. Santana walked in and eyed her.

"So," Santana stated.

"So what?" Quinn asked.

"Just making conversation." Santana threw her hands up in defence.

"Quality conversation." Quinn muttered.

"I have a better conversation starter, wanna hear it? Well I'm going to use it anyway. You and Berry, huh?" Santana said.

"She's smoking, I know." Quinn said.

"We talking about the same Berry?" Santana asked.

"Have you ever actually looked at her?" Quinn asked.

"Not like you have." Santana said with a smirk.

"Why are you smirking, I'm the one who gets to see her naked." Quinn returned. Santana's eyes narrowed, while a smug look found its way to Quinn's face.

"Maybe I should do something about that then." Santana threatened.

"She's not dumb enough to fall for any of your tricks Santana. The only way you'd get into her pants is if you raped her and if you did that, I would end your life." Quinn said.

"Is that how you did it? I guess she liked it and came back for more." Santana accused.

"No." Yes, that was basically it in a nutshell, minus the blackmail and whole feelings thing.

"Then how did you do it?"Santana asked.

"I was nice to her for a change." Quinn said.

"And Berry's going to make it onto Broadway. What did you actually do?" Before Quinn knew what was happening, she had Santana pinned to the ground.

"Take that back." Quinn snarled. For her part, Santana had the decency to look scared.

"What back?" Santana asked shakily.

"Rachel will be on Broadway and I'll be supporting her." Quinn said. "Say it!" She ordered when Santana didn't say anything.

"Rachel will be on Broadway." Santana relented. Quinn got herself off Santana.

"And don't you forget it." Quinn said.

"What's going on in here?" Rachel asked curiously as she walked into the room.

"Nothing." Both Quinn and Santana answered together though secretly they were staring each other down. Rachel looked sceptical for a second before taking a seat on the couch. Quinn sat beside her after a second more of glaring at Santana.

"I'm going to order some pizza. Now Berry, I know that you don't eat, like, anything that some animal has looked at, so do you have a special pizza place that I can call?" Santana asked in a bored voice. Rachel seemed genuinely surprised that Santana had remembered this. Quinn wasn't shocked in the slightest as she had made sure Santana knew about this earlier in the week.

"Hang on I'll give you the number." Rachel said as she pulled out her phone.

-/-

An hour later, the girls were all sitting on the couch watching a movie; pizza boxes lay forgotten at their feet. Quinn was perfectly content. She was sitting on the edge of the couch and whenever Rachel got scared, she would grab hold of part of Quinn. Whether she knew it or not, she needed Quinn.

When the movie was winding down, Quinn thought it safe enough to rest her head on Rachel's shoulder. She wasn't really tired, she just wanted more Rachel and she was going to get it any way she could. Quinn felt that she had a certain right to do what she wanted though; Rachel was actually her girlfriend, whether Rachel thought of them as just fuck buddies or not had nothing to do with it.

She smiled brightly when Rachel rested her own head on Quinn's. Quinn knew that Rachel probably wasn't aware of what she was doing, but again, it made her feel needed and wanted. When the movie ended, Brittany stretched and yawned.

"Bedtime." She said. Quinn couldn't deny the girls innocence, even when she was sitting next to the girl she was probably going to have sex with as soon as Rachel and Quinn were out of sight; she was still so adorable and pure. Santana just nodded and jumped to her feet. Quinn reluctantly got to her feet as well.

"Ready Rachel?" Quinn asked. Rachel nodded. Quinn though she looked all too cute to be humanly possible. She looked all sleepy and dare she think it, more innocent than Brittany. They climbed the stair with Brittany and Santana tailing them. As Quinn went to push open the door to the spare bedroom she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Aren't you guys sleeping with me and S?" Brittany asked.

"We weren't going to. The bedrooms a little small for all four of us." Quinn said lightly.

"Come on Q. It has to be like old times." Brittany pleaded. Quinn wanted to be with Rachel and Rachel alone, but she couldn't say no to Brittany. She looked over to Santana for some assistance. What she was met with was a look that said 'don't you dare say no to my girlfriend'. Quinn sighed.

"Fine, we'll move the mattress then." Quinn relented. Together, she and Rachel moved the mattress onto the floor of Santana's bedroom. They went back into the spare bedroom to get their bags and toothbrushes.

"I'm sad now." Rachel pouted. Quinn kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Me too, but we can still sleep together. I know we can't do much more, but still." Quinn said.

"It's good enough." Rachel said as she walked into the bathroom. 10 minutes later Quinn still had the smile on her face from when Rachel had said that. The girls got into their makeshift bed and Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel.

"'Night Rachel." Quinn whispered.

"Goodnight Quinn." Rachel whispered back as Santana turned off the lights.