Thank you shego. I am feeling a little better. It's going to be a long semester though. Gllover I cannot wait to actually write Russell into this story. I am so amused by your hate for him. Again thank you to everyone who is enjoying this fic! Here is chapter 14!

I miss you so much

I miss you too, Quinn.

I can't pay attention.

You need to pay attention in class.

I can't. All I can think about is you. And how much I wish we had every class together.

That would be lovely wouldn't it?

Yes.

What class are you in?

History.

What section are you in?

American history. The civil war.

What year did the civil war end?

Ummm… 1830?

Actually, it ended it 1865. Pay attention in class, Quinn.

But-

Pay attention.

Rachel. I have an A in this class.

I don't care. You need to focus on your academics.

Fine.

…

Do you remember the plan?

Bribe Finn, go home.

That's a very simplified version, but yes. I suppose that is correct.

I've been trying not to think about it.

It will be fine. We're doing this together. No matter what happens you will be okay.

Okay. I trust you.

Good. We can approach him after glee today. Just follow my lead.

…

"Alright guys, great day today! We'll see you tomorrow." Mr. Schue said before returning to his office.

Quinn sat next to Finn on the bottom riser, the boy's arm securely wrapped around her shoulders. Rachel sat behind the couple and Quinn could feel how angry Rachel was getting about it. Quinn loved it.

"Finn." Rachel said as she stepped down from the risers, "Do you have a moment to talk, in private?"

"Uh-did I do something wrong?" The boy asked.

"No, not at all. I'd just like to discuss glee related things. Quinn may come as well. If she'd like to." Rachel gestured to the blonde.

Quinn smiled up at the diva and nodded her head, "Sure."

"Uh-okay sure."

…

"Isn't this the girl's locker room? Am I going to get in trouble for being in here?" Finn looked around them room with a confused look on his face.

"No, I kicked everyone out for hour, you're fine." Quinn assured the boy.

"Oh, okay."

"So, Finn. We have something we'd like to talk to you about. And we need your complete cooperation. And discretion." Rachel began.

"What?"

"She wants to talk to you about something and you can't tell anyone." Quinn translated.

"Oh, okay."

"Quinn, perhaps you should start this conversation." Rachel said.

"Okay," Quinn turned to her boyfriend and sighed, "Finn, maybe you should sit down."

"Why? Are you breaking up with me? What did I do?" The boy panicked.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. Something-happened." Quinn blurted, "Please just sit down."

"Okay. What's wrong? Is it your dad again? I know you don't like to talk about it. But I don't like it when you get all weird and quiet after he talks to you." Finn asked concerned.

"Sort of." Quinn sat next to the boy and took his hands in her own, "It's complicated. It's about Rachel. And me. And my dad." Quinn said.

"I don't understand." Finn said, "What does Rachel have to do with your dad?"

"Finn, we need your help. We really need your help." Quinn continued.

"What do you mean? What's going on? Just tell me."

"We're mates, Finn."

"You and me? Yeah, I know your mom said-"

"No, Me and Rachel."

"What?" Finn looked at Rachel and then back to Quinn, "What do you mean? We're-you're my girlfriend… you can't be with her. How long has this been going on? When did you find out?"

"This weekend." Quinn said.

Finn pulled his hands away from Quinn, "This is a joke right? You're kidding. Why are you telling me this? It's not funny, Quinn."

"It's not a joke. I'm sorry." Quinn reached for the boy but he swatted her hand away. The boy grabbed Quinn's wrist and looked down at her mark.

"You're not lying. Why is does it look funny?" He said, "It's supposed to be dark."

"We imprinted." Rachel finally spoke, "It was an accident. Which is why we need your help."

"What? Quinn, how could you do this? How could you not tell me?"

"It all happened so fast. I didn't mean to. Please just hear us out, Finn. We need you." Quinn pleaded.

"I don't know if I can listen to this." Finn stood from the bench, and paced back and forth in front of the girls, "This is pretty messed up, Quinn."

"Finn, please sit down. Just let us explain." Rachel asked.

"Why should I listen to you? For all I know you talked her into this." Finn raised his voice, "Everything was fine until you came in here and messed everything up!"

"Finn, everything was not fine!" Quinn yelled, "I have been terrified of my father for years. I know you know what goes on in there. Even if you want to act like you don't. I know that you know. You've seen the bruises. Okay? Stop acting like you've never noticed how much my parents have pushed us to be together. This is why. Somehow-I think they knew somehow. At least something. It's not her fault."

"I don't want to break up, Quinn. We have a good thing here. I don't want it to end." The boy whimpered.

"If you just let us explain," Rachel interjected, "You'll see that I am not trying to take you away from Quinn. Not yet."

"What's that supposed to mean."

"Quinn and I need to be together. After an imprint it's dangerous to separate two mates. Especially this soon after. We're not sure that we are stable either. Yet. So, that's where you come in. We want you to be Quinn's beard. And in return we'll give you something." Rachel said.

"What? You want to give Quinn a beard? Why would she want that?" Finn asked.

"No, she wants you to fake date me. So it looks like we're still dating. My parents can't find out about Rachel. They have to believe that we are still dating." Quinn explained.

"But I don't want to fake date you. I like real dating you." Finn complained.

"I like real dating you too. Look, I know this is all happening really fast, but think of it this way. Okay? I care about you, Finn. A lot. And I love being your girlfriend. You make me feel safe. And right now I need you to continue to keep me safe. So please, help me." Quinn took Finn's hands in her own again, "Please, Finn."

"Okay. What do you need me to do?"

"Well you'll need to take Quinn on very obvious dates. Every week. And you'll have to intensify your public displays of affection. Not too much, but enough so that people will know that you're still together. And we need you to kind of be her bodyguard. If she ever feels unsafe, you need to be there." Rachel explained.

"So I technically get to spend more time with you?" Finn perked up.

"Technically, yes." Rachel confirmed.

"Awesome! What else do I get?" Finn asked.

"We can do your homework for you." Quinn added.

"Sweet! But like, if we're not dating anymore, does this mean we can't make out anymore?" Finn asked.

"Um-"

"No, absolutely not." Rachel interrupted the blonde, "There is no way you are putting your mouth on her again."

"Come on, I am a guy. I have needs. I don't get anything out of this?" Finn asked.

"I told you." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"See, Quinn gets it." Finn argued.

"Fine!" Rachel raised her hands in defeat, "We did discuss, some sort of sexual favor."

"Okay cool."

Rachel glared down at her mate before turning back to Finn, "Quinn and I discussed doing your homework, giving you free voice lessons, and allowing you to touch Quinn's uh-breasts."

"I finally get to touch your boobs!" Finn yelled happily, "Alright! When do I get to touch them?"

"When you hold up on your end of the deal." Rachel growled.

"Okay. Awesome. I'm in. When do we start?" Finn asked.

"Right now. We have much to discuss. If this is going to work, we need to be very careful and stick to the plan. Can we trust you Finn?"

"Yeah. Anything for Quinn." Finn said.

"Yes, for Quinn."

…

I hate him.

Rachel, you need to get used to this.

He's literally drooling over you.

He's excited.

What is he a dog now? Are you going to pat his head and tell him he's a good boy?

This is for the safety of both of us.

I know. I'm sorry. I don't like seeing him touch you like that.

His arm is wrapped around me. He's doing his job.

I don't like his job.

We need him.

I can just as easily hire someone who is more mature.

That would not be as believable.

I don't care.

"You okay, babe?" Finn asked tightening his arm around Quinn's shoulders.

"I'm fine," Quinn answered with a small smile.

The boy turned and smiled at Rachel and the diva gave him her best grimace. It had only been a few days since the three had made their deal and Rachel was struggling.

She was the one who had made the rules and yet she was having a hard time seeing them through. Seeing that oaf with her mate made her blood boil. He had no right to touch her. He had no claim to her, and yet there he was, holding her and touching her, and acting like this was real. But it wasn't real. And that had to be enough for Rachel.

The diva was struggling to keep herself together. She had resorted to desperate measures to keep herself calm. Every chance she got her hands were on Quinn. Even Santana was making comments about the diva's possessiveness.

Rachel you need to calm down.

I can't.

You're making it hard to focus. I can feel how angry you are too, remember?

Yes, I'm sorry. I thought I could handle this better.

I know it's difficult.

Rachel angrily stabbed a piece of spinach and shoved it into her mouth.

I hate him.

You said that already.

I know.

Lunch is almost over. You just have to get through glee and you'll be fine. You can touch me as much as you want.

I want to touch you now!

You know, you're really hot when you're angry…

…

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" Finn leaned against Quinn's locker and stared down at her.

The blonde clutched her books to her chest and smiled up at the boy, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "Yeah."

"Awesome." Finn leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Quinn's lips. The blonde kissed him back on instinct, not wanting anyone to see her pull away, "Bye." He said breathed before walking away with a smug smile on his face.

I will kill him!

He did what you told him to do!

He kissed you!

You said more PDA!

UGHHHHHHHHH! Meet me at my car in ten minutes!

…

Rachel stormed out to her car slamming her door shut behind her. She gripped the steering wheel as she breathed heavily thinking about Finn and Quinn. His disgusting hands on her mate. Quinn was hers. She was only hers. Not his. Never his.

This should be easier. Why is this so hard? This is what's best for Quinn. For both of them. For their future. They needed Finn to keep her safe. Why didn't it feel right then? Why was it so hard to see them together?

Rachel was better than this. She was an emotionally intelligent person. She had self control and dignity. A boy would not be her demise.

The car door opened and Quinn sat in the passenger seat. She was quiet for a moment before she spoke, "Rachel, are you mad at me?"

"No, Quinn. I'm sorry. I'm not angry with you." Rachel let her hands fall from the steering wheel and turned to her mate, "I'm angry at Finn. No, that's not true either. I'm angry at the world. I'm angry that we live in a world where it's easier to fake being in a relationship with a boy like Finn than it is to just be yourself. Be with me."

"If I could change any of this, I would. You know I would. But it's too dangerous. The moment we find a better plan we'll stop. I promise." Quinn said, "We just need a little time."

"I know. I know that. I wish that my dads would give us the results to our tests at least. I need to know that we're okay. We've been having so much sex I don't want to hurt you." Rachel admitted.

"I don't mind." Quinn purred.

The diva smiled and reached down to hold Quinn's hand, "I know you don't. But I need some peace of mind. Just one thing to anchor me down. I need to know that at least one thing is going right."

"I'm sure that we are fine. I feel fine. Actually I feel more than fine." Quinn said smugly.

"What do you mean more than fine?" Rachel said raising an eyebrow.

Quinn chuckled at her mate and leaned forward, "I mean-" The blonde continued to move forward until her lips brushed up against the diva's ear, "this." Quinn nibbled on Rachel's earlobe and slid her hand up the girl's thigh.

The brunette pushed the blonde away and started her car. "I think it's time to go home."

"Rachel, I didn't mean to-"

"No, to continue." The diva clarified.