"So, Quinn, how have you enjoyed your week with us?" Michael asked, eyes regarding the blonde over the top of his wire-rimmed glasses. It was Friday afternoon – three o' clock, to be exact, and she was looking forward to finishing for the week and actually having the chance to actually spend time with her girlfriend.
"It's been great." She flashed a genuine smile, because she had had a good time that week. She and Lee had become good friends after having to spend so much time together, and she was glad to have someone other than Rachel in New York for her to hang out with. Plus it helped to know that there was someone at work that she could talk to.
"I'm glad. So, as of next week…" Quinn tried to focus on the words he was saying, she really did, but it was extremely difficult to concentrate when she knew that her gorgeous girlfriend was waiting for her downstairs in the lobby of the building.
The same girlfriend who she had only seen for a handful of minutes each day, as the brunette had slipped into bed beside her at night and who she woke up to in the mornings. She wasn't entirely sure what she'd agreed to by the time she left her boss's office , let alone what she was supposed to do when she started at her official position come Monday, but she found that she didn't care as she skipped happily down the hallway.
"I don't think I've seen you look so happy yet this week, should I be worried that you're so glad to leave?" Lee's voice had her stopping outside his office, where he was still packing up his stuff away ready for the weekend.
"Maybe a little," she teased, and he grinned, pushing his glasses further up his nose absently, something that she'd noticed he did a lot. "You almost ready to leave? I can wait for you."
"I'm done now, yeah." He slung his messenger bag over one shoulder and traipsed over to her, locking the door to the office behind him. "Got any plans for the weekend?"
"Not at the moment, you?"
"I think I might be dragged to see Wicked – you went the other night, right?"
"Yeah, my girlfriend's roommate's in it." She'd told him that she was involved with a woman on her second day, and he'd taken it within his stride – it was one of the reasons why she'd decided that he was such a decent guy. "It's really good, actually, even if you don't really enjoy theatre."
"You don't?" The elevator dinged and the doors opened, both of them stepping inside as Lee pressed the button for the ground floor.
"No, no, I do. Do not let Rachel hear you ask me that, I might be killed."
"She's in Spring Awakening, right?"
"Yeah." The elevator whirred to a stop and the doors opened; they stepped out into the grandeur of the lobby, Quinn's eyes immediately straying towards the brunette that stood leaning near the front doors. Their gazes met, Rachel turned as she heard the arrival of the elevator, and a blinding smile stretched across her face.
"Quinn?" Lee's voice caused her eyes to snap back to him, blushing slightly when she realised she'd been completely ignoring him. "Have you heard a word I just said?"
"I'm sorry," she apologized sincerely, but he just shook his head wryly, amused.
"No worries," he grinned, falling back a step as they reached the brunette – Rachel's arms wrapped around the blonde's neck as she pulled her into a hug, Quinn's arms slipping around her waist, squeezing the other woman against her tightly.
"I missed you," Rachel breathed into the blonde's neck, and Quinn smiled into her hair, loving that the brunette wasn't afraid of admitting how much she needed her – almost as much as she needed Rachel.
"Missed you too." Quinn extricated herself from Rachel's hold, not forgetting about Lee this time, and taking the brunette's hand instead as she turned to face her friend. "Lee, this is my girlfriend Rachel, Rach, this is Lee."
"Nice to meet you," the diva smiled, shaking his hand with the one that wasn't held tightly within Quinn's grasp.
"You too. I've heard a lot about you."
"All bad, I bet."
"Not at all," Lee good-naturedly, glancing down at his watch. "I'm going to have to get a move on, so I'll see you on Monday, Quinn, and lovely to finally meet you, Rachel." With another smile and a wave he left the pair of them in the lobby.
As soon as he was gone Rachel leant up to kiss the blonde's lips lightly, missing the feeling of them pressed against her own. "Where do you want to go for lunch?" She asked as they left the building, walking slowly as they made their way down the street outside.
"I don't mind. What time do you have to leave me?"
"Mm, fiveish."
"Do you want to head somewhere nearby and then go back to mine for a bit?"
"How about," Rachel started, eyes looking up at the blonde with blazing eyes, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "We just go straight back to your place? I can eat later."
"I… Okay." The blonde wasn't in the mood to argue with the brunette – and, really, she didn't want to. The walk back to her apartment was a blur, and as soon as the door shut behind them Rachel's lips were on hers, hands on her hips, shoving her back against the door, hard.
Quinn wasn't complaining – god she'd missed this, missed the taste of Rachel's lips, the feeling of her skin underneath her fingertips. Ever since the night before they'd been to see Wicked they hadn't had another moment like the one they'd shared – only having the time for half-hearted kisses, one of them usually half-asleep when the other was fully awake.
"God, I missed you," the brunette breathed, breaking the kiss and resting her head lightly on the blonde's shoulder, fingers flexing where they rested on Quinn's hips, digging in slightly – delightfully – and Quinn could only sigh happily, her arms winding around Rachel's neck.
"You already said that before," she teased, leaning back and resting her head on the door, still more than a little breathless.
"I know, but I really, really," brown eyes, much darker than usual, looking up at her hungrily, and the blonde swallowed, not really sure how to process he outright desire on Rachel's face as their gazes locked, "really missed you."
"I…" But she was cut off with another kiss, the brunette's mouth hot on her own as she tugged the blonde's bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it softly. Quinn could only moan, one hand twisting through strands of dark hair while the other travelled down the brunette's back until it landed on her ass – she squeezed hard, bringing Rachel forward so that there was no space between them, and one of the brunette's thighs was between her own.
She reacted instinctively in response to the diva's soft gasp, spinning them around so that she was the one pressed against the door, leaning her weight onto the leg pushed between the brunette's as her mouth trailed along the side if her neck, pressing kisses to the heated skin.
When she felt a thudding pulse point against her lips she bit down lightly – not as hard as she wanted to, not enough to mark, because she knew that she'd never hear the end of it if Rachel had to go on-stage that night with a hickey on her neck – and smirked, a little self-satisfied, at the brunette's moan.
She'd never really let herself go before when they'd been together- she'd been to scared of pushing things too far, too afraid that once they started she wouldn't be able to stop herself, but the look in Rachel's eyes just a few moments ago had shattered any illusions she'd had about being able to keep herself under control, and she didn't regret it one bit as Rachel's hips bucked slightly against her thigh, her head thudding back against the wooden door as Quinn's lips moved south, tracing the edge of the t-shirt the brunette was wearing.
Instead of dragging it down like she wanted to, she paused, standing up to kiss Rachel's swollen lips once more, content to slow things down a little as her hands flattened on the brunette's stomach, revelling in the tiny gasp that left her mouth in response to the blonde's touch.
Quinn slowed the kiss slightly, her fingertips trembling against the brunette's toned flesh as her hands moved upwards slowly, eventually encountering the lacy material of Rachel's bra and cupping both her breasts fully – sure that she would never ever get tired of this.
Emboldened by hips thrusting further forward and a soft groan, she flicked the front clasp of the bra with sure fingers, pushing it out of her way impatiently before running her hands over the newly revealed skin, tracing the outside of both nipples teasingly with the pads of her fingers as her mouth trailed along the side of Rachel's neck once more.
"Quinn…" Her name fell from the brunette's lips with a delicate sigh, only spurring her on as she dragged the edge of the brunette's shirt down with one hand, leaving her mouth free to envelop one dusky nipple into her mouth while she gently rolled to other between her fingertips.
Rachel's hands burrowed into the blonde's hair, holding her close to the brunette's chest, and tightening when she felt teeth against her skin, a soft moan escaping her mouth that only encouraged the blonde to bite down a little harder.
Quinn eventually released the brunette's nipple from her mouth after a few more torturous minutes, pressing a quick kiss to the other one as she moved her way back up to Rachel's lips. She was breathing heavily, eyes half-lidded and filled with nothing but desire as they locked with hazel – even if the blonde hadn't been turned off before, she definitely was now.
"Quinn…" Rachel started again, hands dropping to the collar of the shirt the blonde was wearing and yanking her forward until their lips met in a searing kiss that left both of them breathless when they broke apart. "I want you," she whispered against the taller woman's lips, voice husky.
"I… What?" Quinn pulled back, confused, realisation dawning slightly at the purposeful raise of one of the brunette's eyebrows. "You… and me. Wow. Okay."
"I think we're waited long enough, don't you?" She leant up for another open-mouthed kiss before the blonde could reply, desperate the feel more of Quinn against her – it had been too long without it, much too long.
"Even so," the blonde continued when they parted once more, Rachel's head now resting against the door. "Right now isn't a good time."
"Why not?"
"Seriously, Rach? One, because whilst I wouldn't be opposed to fucking you against my front door, that is definitely not how I want our first time to be. And two," she moved so that her mouth was against the brunette's ear, biting down softly on the lobe before she continued speaking, voice low. "You have to be at your show in just over an hour, and I definitely want to take my time with you."
When she pulled back it was with a smirk on her face that only intensified when she saw that Rachel's eyes had fluttered shut. "You're no fair," she pouted when she opened them again, shoving Quinn away from her playfully.
"And neither are you, attacking me as soon as we're though the door." She took a step back from the brunette, not entirely trusting herself - especially considering that Rachel's bra was still hanging open, offering a tantalizing glimpse of skin through the slightly see-through t-shirt.
She made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, and when she turned around the brunette had re-clasped the bra and was lounging on the couch. "Just make yourself at home, then," the blonde teased as she collapsed next to her girlfriend, lying back and pulling the brunette with her, throwing an arm around her waist and pressing her face into her hair, surrounding herself with the comforting scent that was uniquely Rachel Berry.
"I wish you didn't have to go," she murmured after a few moments of silence, meaning every word.
"Me too," was the wistful reply, Rachel's fingers dancing up and down the length of the blonde's arm that was still tightly wound around her hip. "But it won't be for long."
"Even so."
"So you'd rather I missed my show?"
"…I'm really not sure what the correct answer in this situation is."
"I think the point is that there is no correct answer." The brunette twisted so that she was facing the blonde on the couch, propping one arm under her head and resting the other along the blonde's thigh.
"Then that's not a fair question." Unable to resist the pull of the brunette's lips when they were so close, Quinn ended the discussion with a kiss. They spent the next half an hour like that, wrapped in each other's' arms, making out like the horny teenagers they felt like whenever they were alone together.
"I have to go," Rachel murmured regretfully as five o'clock approached, ignoring the pout on the blonde's face. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Why?"
"Because it's not allowed, I just made it a rule. No pouting."
"Does that go for you, too?" Quinn asked, lips quirked into an amused smile as Rachel detangled their legs and rose to her feet, stretching her arms out in-front of her.
"Nope, just you." The brunette held out a hand to help the blonde up, and she rose fluidly to her feet, threading her fingers through Rachel's as she led her to the front door. "I'll miss you, but I'll come over later."
"I look forward to it," the brunette whispered, unable to speak any louder due to the very, very sexy way that the brunette was looking at her – with all the promise of what they'd be getting up to later tonight.
With another quick kiss Rachel left her apartment, leaving her alone and with several hours to kill – she was already sure that this would be the longest evening of her entire life. Never before had she wished so hard for time to speed up.
x-x-x
A knock on her dressing room door made Rachel pause in the packing away of the few belongings she'd brought with her that night, which mainly consisted of some make-up, a jacket, a bottle of water and her laptop.
Confused, she walked hesitantly over to the door, having absolutely no idea who would be on the other side of it – she'd been invited out that night but had politely refused, completely uninterested in anything other than the gorgeous blonde that would be waiting (preferably naked), back at the apartment that she was quickly coming to regard as her second home.
Another knock had her tugging the door open, and then a second later, her jaw dropping open as she came face to face with not only Kurt, but her two fathers, who both looked absolutely delighted to see her.
"Dad? Daddy? What… what are you doing here?" It was safe to say that she was completely and utterly shocked – they rarely came out to visit her, and not only that, but she was heading home that Wednesday night anyway for Thanksgiving, making their visit even more unexpected.
"We wanted to surprise you!"
"Well… you definitely succeeded." They both stepped forward and hugged her then, and she returned it despite her confusion – and despite the fact that this now meant that she probably wasn't going to have the chance to spend the night at Quinn's.
Dammit.
"And we wanted to check that you were okay, after everything that happened with Finn. You've been holding back on the phone with us; we just wanted to see how you were doing." Rachel flushed a little – it was true, she had been holding back with her fathers, but not because of Finn.
No, more because she was already involved in a relationship.
With a woman.
The same woman who'd tortured her in high school; who her fathers had listened to her rant about on more than one occasion.
"Daddy… I'm fine. Honestly."
"Well even so, we're here now. We thought that we could stay for the week and then fly back to Lima with you and Kurt for Thanksgiving. What do you think?"
"I think… That's a great idea, Daddy. But where are you staying?"
"I thought you could sleep in my room with me, Rach, and they could stay in the guest room? It's only for a couple of nights, after all." Kurt piped up, looking a little apologetic as he met her gaze – he didn't know about her plans for the evening, but he knew how much she'd missed Quinn, and that they'd been planning to spend the night together.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." She forced a smile even though she was still a little stunned, but at least her fathers both looked happy. "I just have a couple of things to pack up and then I'll be ready to go."
"I'll help," Kurt added, slipping into the dressing room and letting the door close behind him. "I'm so sorry, Rach, I honestly had no idea they were coming until they showed up at our front door."
"It's fine," she sighed heavily, leaning back against her vanity table. "They have really bad timing though."
"Do I want to ask why?" Kurt asked uncertainly from where he was standing, just inside the door. She just smiled innocently at him. "I'll take that as a no, then."
"I need to call Quinn," the brunette sighed again, digging into the pockets of her jeans to pull out her phone and ringing the now-familiar number. Thankfully, the blonde picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hey, you. Are you ready to leave?" There was an undercurrent to Quinn's voice – almost husky, and Rachel had little doubt that it was because of what she thought they'd be getting up to that night.
"I'm so sorry." There was a slight tinge of desperation in her voice, and she knew it – god, she wanted the blonde so much. It had been driving her crazy since the first time they'd kissed, and she'd foolishly thought that she'd finally be able to do something about it.
But no, of course the universe had other plans for her.
"What?" Quinn's voice turned wary, and Rachel turned so that her back was to Kurt, not entirely confident that she wouldn't burst into tears at any given moment. "What's wrong?"
"My fathers are here. As in, outside my dressing room right now."
"What? Why?"
"They were worried about me. It's sweet, but… They could have chosen a better night than this. I'm so sorry, Quinn, you have no idea how much. But I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"You don't need to make anything up to me, Rach. Spend time with your parents; there'll be other nights." Yep, she was definitely close to tears – what had she done to deserve such an amazingly understanding person in her life?
"Another thing…." She bit her lip, pausing slightly before she carried on, the words almost coming out through gritted teeth. "They're here until Wednesday."
"Don't… don't you fly back to Lima on Wednesday?"
"Yes."
"And you're there until Sunday."
"Yes." It wasn't a question, but she still felt the need to answer- it was almost unbearable to think about how long she'd have to wait to finally have the chance to spend the night with her girlfriend. Over a week – torturous.
"Oh. Well… That's okay, too. As long as I can see you at least once before you go."
"Of course you will – you can't get rid of me that easy."
"Nor would I want to. Call me when you can?"
"I will. Night, Quinn."
"Night." She hung up with regret, already missing the sound of the blonde's voice, before she turned to face Kurt, who was looking at her with sympathy. She shoved the rest of her stuff into her bag and slung it over her shoulder as they left the room without another word.
Her fathers were stood waiting outside, and she didn't have to force a smile this time when she saw them – she was happy to see them, she was, she just wished that the timing had been a little better.
"Have you eaten?" She asked them as they made their way towards the exit, hungry herself from not eating anything other than a crappy salad she'd bought on her way over to the theatre from the blonde's apartment.
It had been worth it, though.
"Nope, we thought we'd take you and Kurt out for something, what do you say?"
"Sure," they both replied, leading the way to the nearest nicest restaurant that also sat conveniently close to the apartment.
"So, Kurt, were you working today?"
"Yeah, it was an early show today though, hence why I was home when you guys stopped by."
"And it's going well?"
"Definitely. It's a lot less nerve-wracking now that the first few shows are out of the way."
"And what about you, Rach?" The brunette glanced up from her menu, her eyes meeting Leroy's across the table. "How's Spring Awakening been? We've been keeping up with reviews, but hearing you talk about it is always better."
"It's going great. But I have to say I won't be that upset when it's over – I'm looking forward to playing a new part." She'd been talking to her agent a lot that week, Todd having lined up several auditions for her to look at.
One she was particularly excited about, but she hadn't told Quinn about it yet and wanted to blonde to be the first to know.
"Any ideas what you want to do next?"
"A few," she replied coyly, already having guessed that that would be the next question he asked. Curiosity ran in the Berry family.
"How are you anyway? Honestly?" Hiram's concerned eyes rested on her, and she looked away glancing out the window beside her as she answered.
"I'm fine, Dad. Honestly. Finn and I weren't working; even if I hadn't walked in on him with that woman I don't think we would have lasted much longer anyway. It was just a matter of time."
Their topics turned to more idle conversation as the waitress took their orders, looking a little perturbed by their being there at such a late hour – maybe she'd been hoping to finish her shift early.
Her phone buzzed with a text as the waitress took their menus away, and the noticed with curiosity that it was from Quinn. She opened it curiously, not bothering it to shield it from Kurt's prying eyes over her shoulder.
I changed my mind – I think you should make things up to me. I thought I was going to be getting all hot and bothered with you tonight but now I'm just going to have to make do with myself….
"Oh, my God," Kurt whispered from beside her as her eyes widened with every word. "I think I'm scarred for life." Rachel quickly moved the phone so that it was resting on her knee, her pulse racing slightly, as she tried not to flush as her mind was overrun with images of a naked Quinn writhing with pleasure on her bed, own hand buried between her legs…
No, no, no, bad train of thought when your parents are sat right there. Bad.
"Not my fault you're nosy," she hissed back at Kurt, glad that her fathers were too engrossed in conversation with each other to notice her and Kurt's actions. She typed back a quick reply, turning the phone so that Kurt could no longer see the screen.
Ms Fabray, are you sexting me? I'm shocked.
The reply came back lightning-fast, and she ignored the daggers that Kurt was shooting her, sparing a quick glance to check that Hiram and Leroy were still paying her no attention before she opened the text.
Ms Fabray? Hot. And I do believe I am – it's only fair, I think, considering you're leaving me high and dry.
The arrival of their food meant that the brunette was spared trying to think up a response – she'd never done this before, she had absolutely no idea what she was doing – and she put the phone back in her pocket as she ate, ignoring the device as it vibrated multiple times as she was eating.
Even half an hour later, as she walked back to the apartment in-between her two fathers, Kurt trailing a little behind and talking on the phone to one of his Wicked castmates, she still hadn't read them.
She was a little afraid of what she might read, if she was being brutally honest – mainly for the reaction she might have to them. She did have a vivid imagination, after all.
It was only when she finally had a moment alone, after escaping into the bathroom under the pretence of having a shower, that she actually opened the three messages.
What, no reply?
Babeeeee, come on. I need you. Really, really, need you…
No? Okay, I'll just take care of it completely by myself…. Be much more fun if you were here though. ;)
A little out of breath after reading the final text, she shut the water for the shower on and slid down to sit on the floor, her back against the bathroom door as she hovered over Quinn's name and pressed the call button.
"Hey, sexy," she picked up on the second ring this time, a slight drawl to her words that Rachel had never heard before – but one that she definitely wouldn't mind hearing again.
"You are not allowed to do that to me again, Quinn Fabray." She tried to keep her voice stern but she failed miserably – she couldn't even try to hide how turned on the blonde had made her, just with words. It made her wonder what she could do to her with her touch.
"Aw, come on. Don't tell me it didn't make your night more interesting," the blonde replied with a light laugh. When Rachel didn't reply, she quickly backtracked. "I'm sorry. I thought you'd like it… I shouldn't have done it without asking. I'm sorry. Rach?"
"You… are unbelievable. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" She murmured, gratified when she heard the blonde's breath hitch in her ear. "Do you?"
"No, but I'd love to find out…" She trailed off suggestively, and Rachel's eyes fluttered closed, her head resting back against the door as she tried to control her breathing. "Can you not sneak out or something?"
"Do you really want our first time together being with the knowledge that I'm going to have to keep a close eye on the time so that I can sneak back home before my father's notice that I've been gone?"
"No," Quinn sighed. "Where are they staying, anyway?"
"In my room. I'm staying with Kurt."
"He'd better keep his hands to himself," Quinn replied playfully, hoping to cheer the brunette up a little.
"I'll tell him you said that."
"Question, am I, or am I not, allowed to send you dirty texts over the course of this week?"
"You can if you want to drive me to an insane level of horniness."
"Is that even a word?"
"Yes, it is. And it's a very apt description of my condition currently."
"What? At an insane level of horniness?"
"Yes."
"Well then, why don't you do something to take care of that?" Quinn's voice had dropped to a lower register, her tone so sultry that it made the brunette shiver in anticipation – how did the blonde manage to be so sexy?
"I… I don't know if I can," she answered honestly, even though she was aware it might ruin the mood. "I've never… I've never done anything like this before."
"That's okay, Rach," Quinn's voice was soothing, and she relaxed a little. "We don't have to do anything. I'm happy just talking to you. Though if your dads are in your room and you're staying with Kurt, how did you get the time alone?"
"I'm pretending to be in the shower."
"Ah, creative."
"Not really. I should probably actually jump in there for a bit though, I don't want to take too long."
"Okay, but it is totally not fair that you've just given me mental images of you naked and in the shower."
"Would it be less unfair if I took a picture of me naked and in the shower and sent it to you?" She asked, trying to keep her voice innocent, wishing that she could see the expression on the blonde's face.
"Do not joke about that."
"Who says I was joking?"
"I… I'm hanging up now." Quinn's voice was a little strained and Rachel grinned, glad to know that she had at least some effect on the blonde. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay. I miss you."
"I miss you too. Night, gorgeous."
"Bye, beautiful." She hung up before they ended up talking all night and quickly stripped off her clothes before stepping under the heated water. It was going to be a long few days without seeing Quinn as much as she'd planned, but they'd get through it.
And she was sure that what was waiting on the other side would be well and truly worth it.