Hope you are still interested in this story. I've been trying to find inspiration to finish my past stories, despite having already started a new one (first chapter is on AO3). I'll try with "Are you happy now?" because I don't like to leave things undone and I want to finish that journey too...

So, feel free to leave comments or suggestions.

Sorry if there are typos, I've had no time to go over it.

Warning: G!P Quinn + Faberry are cousins not by blood + Sexy!Times

Enjoy!

Chapter 14

Summer was over and despite Naomi's wise decision to pack up her bags and leave, the two girls felt like the weeks prior to school starting had slipped away too soon. Their last year at McKinley was going to be busier than what they had gone through in the past in order to find a good amount of time to spend together, despite college and their tight extra-curricular activities. Glee club was missing a member, since Sam had left Lima because of his dad's job. She and Finn - her co-captain - were trying to figure out a way to recruit new members, but the Club was not popular enough, nor granted scholarships in the best colleges of the Country. It was not the Cheerleader team nor the soccer one. Even the football one was less popular, because of the poor performance of its team.

"Maybe, we could improvise a musical number in front of the whole school. Like we did last year, right?" He scratched the back of his head and turned toward the brunette girl with a hopeful smile, needing Glee to be able to serenade the girl without making a fool of himself in front of the school.

"Do you remember the Toxic fiasco? Or the Kesha one?" Puck pointed out from his last row, clearly bored but unable to let his best friend present dumb ideas like that. "We need something interesting, dude."

"What if we turn this performance into a charity thing?" Quinn turned her chair around and pushed it closer to Rachel's one, grazing her left knee against her bare one. "Do you remember how popular the Cheerio's car wash was? Or when the soccer team put Kissing Booths up to help Lima's Children Hospital Center? We will demonstrate our team's spirit, presenting the club as something cool and with a scope." She looked around the room, seeing approval from some of her fellow Glee members.

"I am sure girls would pay to get my kisses, would $10 be enough for a kiss?" Finn exclaimed, making Quinn, Santana and Puck roll their eyes in annoyance.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Quinn." Rachel ignored the guy's suggestion and turned toward her girlfriend, with a beaming smile. "What would you propose to do?"

"Santana, Puck, Mike, Brittany and I will talk with our Coaches, to get the right setting and permissions to put a big show up. You figure out the most appropriate team?" She nodded towards the rest of the Glee club members, besides Finn who was sulking in a corner for having been bluntly ignored.

"We will definitely work on that. It's so exciting!" The brunette squealed with happiness and threw her arms around the girl's neck, hugging her tightly and fighting the urge to kiss her in front everyone else. She took a mental note to reward her girlfriend later, in the privacy of their rooms.

"Guess that's all for today, guys. See you, on next Monday. Have a good weekend." Mr. Schue clapped his hands, signaling the end of the lesson for the week. Everyone started gathering their stuff, ready for their weekends, when Finn stood up and stepped into the driveway, blocking everyone's path.

"If I may, Mr. Schue. As a co-captain, I veto Quinn's idea." He gripped his backpack strap a little tighter and squared his shoulders, almost trying to intimidate the blonde player. "We don't need to waste any time on raising money, unless it is to fund our club. We need a new member. We can go around asking and if no one agrees with that, I'll do that myself."

"What gives you the idea you can object someone else's valid idea? Being the co-captain of this club doesn't mean you have the power to turn other ideas down, because yours wasn't good enough. Being a co-captain is an earned responsibility that comes with honors and duties. Do you think we all forgot how you did nothing to stop the slushie showers? Hadn't it been for Puck and Quinn and Santana, we'd be receiving slushie showers on daily basis. Were you too afraid to use your co-captain's power to step in, at that time?" Rachel stared up at him, with a challenging tone knowing he had no valid arguments, to debate her accusations with. "Maybe you don't deserve that title at all." She grabbed her own purse and music sheets and walked past him, executing a perfect storm-out.

"Well done, Hudson." Quinn bumped her shoulder against his side, as she left the room in search of her girlfriend.

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Saturday was one of Rachel's favorite days of the week. Despite getting up early for her daily treadmill routine, she could fully dedicate herself to what she loved the most - besides Quinn and her family - aka Music. Practicing scales, recording new MySpace videos and writing her own original songs had been her routine since she was a kid. It was part of her already rich curriculum, hoping it'd be enough to grant her access to Tisch or Julliard.

Of course, she had plans to see her girlfriend and maybe find a good motive to spend the night together but she didn't want one of those relationships that had both parties too glued to the hips, to realize they are getting isolated by the rest of the world. She needed space to do her own things and so did Quinn. That's why she was sitting at her vanity, putting some make up on her cheeks, before the blonde picked her up for their weekly date.

"Hey baby girl, do you have a moment for your folks?" Hiram and Leroy stepped into the girl's room, sitting on her bed to face her reflection in the mirror.

"Sure, is it about my Barbra's dolls purchase? I am sorry I spent half of my monthly allowance on that, but I must complete the collection of her memorabilia to be called her fan." She turned around in the chair and did her best pouty face, hoping to get away with it.

"It's not about that, baby girl. But we'll have a chat on financial management, sooner or later." Hiram stared at their daughter, before looking over at his husband.

"Rachel, we got an email from your birth mother. She is in town and wants to meet you." Leroy reached over to take his daughter's hand in his, squeezing it softly. "We haven't replied yet, because it's up to you,honey. Just know that it is okay to turn the offer down, you don't owe her anything."

"I don't know what...why does she want to meet me now? She has ignored me for the past 17 years of my life and now she thinks she can waltz back into my life, as if nothing had happened? As if her desire not to contact me for 17 years hasn't affect me, at all?" She paced back and forth in front of her vanity, unable to meet her parents' concerned eyes. She didn't want to see the hurt in their eyes. They had raised her. They were her family, along with her Uncle and Aunt and Quinn. She couldn't allow herself to get so affected by this stranger who was going to crush her, once again.

"You can choose, baby girl. You don't have to rush yourself into something you are not ready for. Okay?" Hiram stood up and kissed the top of her head, squeezing her into his arms. He couldn't believe how much she had grown up, yet the desire to protect his little girl still courses through his veins. He would do anything to keep Rachel safe, even from the woman who gave birth to her.

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"You have been awfully quiet for the whole evening, is everything okay baby?" Quinn led the brunette up the stairs into her bedroom and locked the door behind herself. Even if her parents were not home, she still wouldn't risk any other privacy breach that could undermine their relationship.

"I just had a lot on my mind, Quinn. I apologize for being an horrendous date partner, tonight." Rachel shrugged her sweater off and crawled on the girl's bed, curling into her side and hugging the pillow to her chest.

"You are worrying me, Rachel." The blonde kicked her own shoes off and crawled behind the brunette, slipping both arms around her and pressing herself into her back. "Has something happened with your parents?" She whispered in the girl's ear, sensing the worried state the brunette was into.

"No...my parents are fine, just poorer because of my obsession for Broadway memorabilia." She chuckled sadly and turned around in her girlfriend's arms, nuzzling her nose along her strong jawline. "I am sorry for ruining our night, baby." She slipped her hand up the girl's shirt, stroking along the ripped muscles of her abdomen.

"Nonsense, Rachel. Had I known you were not in the mood, we could have stayed home to watch Funny Girl." Quinn kissed the top of her head and held her a little tighter, not needing anything else besides having the brunette in her arms, "Want to tell me what's bothering that pretty head of yours?"

"My parents informed me that Shelby contacted them." She looked up at the blonde, who furrowed her brows in confusion. "She happens to be in Lima and she'd like to meet me and reconnect, as if 17 years of silence could be erased like that." She scoffed and burrowed her head into the soccer player's shoulder, who kept on drawing slow circles on her back in a comforting way.

"And you've been trying to figure out your options?" Quinn whispered softly, drawing the petite brunette closer if it was even possible. "You don't owe her anything, Rachel, and even if you decided to ignore her request, you wouldn't have anything to blame yourself for. You have every right to feel hurt and betrayed by her and, at the same time, to be curious about this woman who brought you in this world." Quinn tilted her head upwards and kissed her gently. "Whatever you decide? I'll support you and if you want me there, I'll be happy to hold your hand through this."

"God, what did I do to deserve you?" Rachel mumbled against her girlfriend's lips, who tugged her closer and just held her tightly.

"It's mutual, baby." She whispered and pressed a soft kiss against the girl's forehead, rolling them on her back in a more comfortable position.

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"You've grown so much, Rachel." Shelby stood from her seat at the Lima Bean and went to hug the younger brunette, who stopped in her tracks and just held her hand out. Rachel was a hugger, but not for everyone. It was going to be earned.

"It's nice to see you again, Shelby. The last time we encountered each other, I was a baby." The brunette shook the older woman's hand and then turned toward the silent blonde with her, who hovered protectively around her. "I am sure you remember Quinn Fabray, right?" She tugged on her girlfriend's hand and squeezed her fingers in reassurance, taking her strength from that simple gesture.

"Nice to meet you again, Miss Corcoran." Quinn squeezed her hand, politely, and then pulled a chair out for Rachel who took a seat across from her birth mother. "Can I get you anything else Miss? The usual for you, Rach?" She looked back at the brunette, who simply nodded and looked toward the other brunette, waiting for her answer. Shelby shook her head and watched the blonde leave, before turning her attention on the girl across from her.

"You and Quinn seem very close and she is kind of protective of you, isn't she?" She took a sip from her black coffee, taking notice of the way Rachel's eyes kept on lingering on the blonde at the counter, placing their orders.

"We have been growing up together, Shelby, plus Aunt Judy provided to be the perfect female role I needed in my life. We are a big family, we protect each other." Rachel turned back to the older woman, who listened to her answer with a mix of doubt and hurt. The younger brunette, though, wasn't going to spare her the hurt of having gone missing from her life for so long. "I thought you requested to meet me to deliver some news, along with trying to get to know me better, right?" She leaned back into the chair and stared back at her, waiting for her to start talking.

"I wanted...well, your school offered me a job as musical teacher for those who wish to get a basic music knowledge." She wrapped both hands around her mug, trying to read the blank look on her biological daughter's face. "But it's not just that, Rachel. Two years ago, I decided to take a break from the stage and decided it was time for me to expand my family."

"So, do you want my permission to marry someone?" Rachel chuckled and silently thanked Quinn for the hot beverage sitting in front of her. The brunette reached for her girl's hand under the table and squeezed it gently.

"I am not dating anyone, Rachel. I was found compatible to start an adoption procedure and last year I was blessed with a baby girl. Her name is Beth." She grabbed her wallet from the purse sitting beside her and grabbed a small picture, sliding it across the table for the girls to see it. "I just wanted you to know that you have a little sister and if you ever wanted to-"

"You're wrong. I don't have any sister." Rachel ignored the picture on the table and stared back at the other brunette, with unshed tears in her eyes. "I am sure your daughter will live a happy life with you, Shelby, but I don't feel any kind of bond with her because you decided that I was not fit enough to be your daughter, 17 years ago. So, excuse me if I could really give less fucks about your change of heart." She stood up and gathered her things, wanting to stand in Shelby's presence as little as possible. "I'll wait for you in the car, Quinn." She stormed out, slamming the door of the Lima Bean hard behind herself.

"What did you expect from this meeting, Miss Corcoran?" Quinn's icy tone snapped Shelby out of her pensive trance. "Did you expect that a rejected 17 years old girl would accept you replacing her in your life, as if it wouldn't hurt her? As if it wouldn't make her feel rejected, for a second time?" The blonde stood up and channeled her best Fabray attitude, not wanting to give this woman any fair treatment, because she didn't deserve any. "Next time you talk to Rachel, I'd highly advise to keep it to a very professional way unless a very good apology comes out. You have a lot of making up to do, Miss Corcoran." With that said, she followed after Rachel hoping to be able to pick the pieces that she had just shattered.

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Rachel couldn't sleep. She kept on tossing and turning on her side of the bed. Her mind was restless and her heart still ached in her chest, following the intense meeting with her birth mother. She rolled around, with her back to the open window and stared at her girlfriend's relaxed face, who had luckily not been bothered by her turmoil and incessant movements. The brunette reached up with her left hand and lightly trailed a finger down her defined jawline, cupping her chin in her palm.

Beth. She couldn't stop thinking about the baby that was supposed to be her step-sister. So innocent, yet so guilty for having deserved Shelby's mother more than she did. Why her? Why didn't Shelby choose to keep in touch with her? Was she just a good bargain to get out of Lima and pursue a career in New York? She loved her dads and Shelby shouldn't affect her so much, but she really couldn't help herself.

"Rachel…" Quinn's eyes had fluttered open, sleepily taking into the sight of the brunette lost in her own thoughts, about the woman that had shut her out of her life. "Baby, you need to get some rest." She curled her arm around her waist and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, drawing the girl closer.

"I can't sleep, Quinn. It goes beyond me." Rachel buried her face into the girl's neck and gripped the front of her shirt tightly afraid to let go. "Were I just a product to sell to my dads? Didn't she love me at all, during those months she carried me inside her womb?" She bumped her forehead against the soccer captain's chest, who shook her head and pressed her kisses against her temple, trying to comfort her.

"I don't know if she ever loved you, Rachel, but if she didn't then it's her loss." Quinn lifted her chin and brushed a soft kiss over her lips. "She is missing out on how great you are. On how strongly you love and how big your heart is." She kept her lips over the brunette's and locked her arms around her back, holding her tightly.

"Show me…" Rachel muttered, almost desperately. Her hands closed in tight fists over the girl's night shirt, wrinkling the fabric. "Please, Quinn…" Lips trembled over Quinn's ones. Tears were slowly trailing down the brunette's cheeks, but the desire was there. A different type, but still there.

Quinn was unsure at first, but if Rachel needed her to make her feel loved, she wasn't going to deny her. Her mouth gently closed over the shorter brunette's one, steadying her trembling lips as her fingers unlaced to slip under the silk nightgown and find the bare skin of her hips. The soccer player leaned forward, without breaking the kiss and laid the girl down on her back, settling between her parted legs with her own body.

"You are so beautiful, baby...I love you so much." Quinn's lips trailed up her wet cheeks, drinking the tears away while her right hand fell between her legs, cupping her intimacy over her underwear. The heat of Rachel's core never stopped surprising her, making her own womanhood harden under her loose boxers.

"I love you too, Quinn." Rachel's hands had trailed along her back, slipping under the waistband of her underwear to cup her bare backside and urge her hips forward, grinding down into her through their now soaked underwear. "Please…" She whimpered into the blonde's ear, feeling the tips of her index and middle finger teasingly trace her opening. Her back arched and her grip tightened, as her hips moved back and forth to meet the girl's thrusts inside of her.

"I'll never stop being amazed by the way your body responds to my touch. You are mine, Rachel, and I'll never let you go." Quinn's words filled her heart, while her fingers did the rest to her body. Clothes were now just a useless barrier between their skins, that tingled in anticipation. The blonde girl pulled back, long enough to bunch the nightgown over the girl's hips and the panties around her knees, leaving her lower body completely exposed to her hungry eyes and eager touch.

"God touch me. Do something…" Rachel's hands tugged at her girlfriend's underwear, needing to even the score but she had not much time to do so, because Quinn had quickly descended her front to bury her head between her legs. "Oh fuck…" She moaned loudly, hoping the soundproofed walls would keep the sounds at bay. Fingers tangled in blonde locks, urging the movements of her talented tongue inside of her, with more insistence. "Don't stop...oh god, just like that baby."

Quinn's tongue was buried up into her core, having replaced the way her fingers were thrusting into her girlfriend until few minutes earlier. Now, her hands were open against the girl's inner thighs to prevent her from closing them around her head and keeping her exposed to her mouth, just the way she wanted. Her nose bumped against the girl's clit with each thrust in. She could feel Rachel everywhere around her. She could hear her moans fill her ear. She could feel her fingers tug at her hair and her walls contracting around her tongue, as she thrusted harder and sloppier inside her wet core. She could taste her. It was salty. It was sweet. It was addicting. She could smell her excitement. It was pure and addicting. It was pure sex surrounding her senses, completely. It was peculiar and unique. It was simply Rachel.

"I'm fucking close…" Rachel muttered behind her pillow, needing to bite onto it in order to keep her moans at bay and their secret relationship safe. Her feet slid up and down the mattress. Toes curled and palms sweated, gripping onto the blonde's locks a little too tight, but Quinn didn't seem intentioned to stop. Her tongue slipped out to drag itself up and down the exposed labia. She lapped at the girl's excitement with greed. Her teeth grazed the underside of the brunette's nub, making her hips jump off the bed and her back arch off the mattress.

"Cum for me…" Quinn's eyes found Rachel's. Her lips had curled in a knowing smirk. Of course, being covered in her juices helped boosting her confidence and widened her smile. With one last wink, she wrapped both lips around the girl's clit, tugging and rolling it around in her mouth like a lollipop as her fore and middle finger slipped back inside her core. She alternated soft bites with hard thrusts, making the brunette quiver and toss around, trying to hold it together as much as she could. But her body didn't want to cooperate.

"Quinnn.." She screamed into her pillow, half sitting up as her walls fluttered around the girl's dexterous fingers. Her nightgown clung to her sweaty body, as her core spasmed in release of all the pent up excitement she had been going through. Reclining back, she kept on watching Quinn's head bob up and down between her thighs, lapping up at the abundant wetness before looking up at her with a satisfied grin. She looked like a cat licking the cream off its whiskers. in this case, her own cream.

"You have no idea how good you taste." Quinn licked her fingers clean and settled back on top of her, nuzzling into her sweaty neck as her painfully erect cock left a wet trail along her inner thigh.

"You eat me out so good…" The singer nuzzled her sweaty temple, hands slipping under her wet t-shirt to rub up and down her back. "God you wore me out…" She mumbled sleepily and tugged her girlfriend upwards against her, tangling her legs with hers. "Baby...I don't know if I can repay the favor."

"Don't worry about that, I can go take a cold shower in a bit." Quinn pecked her lips and rested her head beside hers on the pillow, just content of being in Rachel's arms.

"Mmm no...You could….you could just take the lead?" Rachel opened her eyes and bit down on her own lip, teasingly trailing her left hand along the blonde's wet shaft. "I can't promise of having enough strength to do more than just laying here, though."

"If you're sure…" Quinn whimpered and rolled her hips against the brunette's hand, who was now rubbing her folds up and down the underside of her member. "Won't take me much anyway…" She muttered into the girl's mouth. Having eaten the girl out had provided to be an exceptional foreplay. "God, if you keep doing this I'll blow it before getting inside of you."

"Then you better hurry up, baby…" Rachel's fingers trailed back to her backsides, gripping her asscheeks with both hands as the blonde eased herself inside her still tingling core. She whimpered softly at being filled by her girlfriend's thick meat.

"Fuck, so wet…" The blonde captain buried her face into the girl's hair, moaning softly as she started pumping in and out of her. At first, she let the girl's walls adjust to the new intrusion, by simply thrusting slowly and inch by inch. As soon as she felt her walls expand around her, she had set up a quicker pace that allowed her to get all the way inside the tired brunette.

"Oh god…" Rachel whimpered into her ear. Her hands simply held onto the blonde's backside, aiding her thrust inside her. She could feel the blonde's thick head push against her most sensitive spot, having she thrown one of her legs over her waist. Her clit twitched whenever the blonde's pelvis pressed into it, making her walls flutter and close around her meat.

"We have been making love for so long and you are still so tight." Quinn grunted in her ear, one of her hands moved between her bodies to palm one of her breasts as she pounded her into the mattress, making her toes curl with each thrust. "I love it.." She kept on nuzzling her ear with her nose, moaning and whimpering her name as her thrusts became sloppier and unsteady.

"I love you.." Rachel's face buried into the girl's shoulder, wiping the sweat onto her already soaked shirt as her walls clamped down around the girl's cock, sending her tumbling over the edge of a smaller yet still intense orgasm. "Oh god.." She scratched the girl's asscheeks with her nails, feeling her core gush her own excitement out.

"Oh fuck. Take it...god yes…" Quinn's squeezed her breast one more time, as she felt herself reach her peak. She buried her cock inside the girl's core to the hilt, feeling her tip release all of her load deep inside the girl's tight channel. "Rachel…" She kept on moaning as her cock pumped her seed into the brunette's core, in hard gushes.

"Let it go, baby.." The brunette kissed the girl's temple and just let her body relax, succumbing to the exhaustion of the day and their activities. "Let yourself go…" She whispered softly as she felt the blonde relax on top of her, softening inside of her as they both slowly fell asleep.

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