What Happens In New York

By: TracyCook

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Glee and One Tree Hill.

Couple: Rachel Berry/Brooke Davis

Rating: M

Chapter 14

There's A Girl

Hazel eyes fluttered open and Brooke found herself staring up at the ceiling of her room. Just as she had done every night over the last year, only this time something was different. She felt a warmth enveloping her entire body and something tickling the exposed skin of her shoulder. Glancing down she hastily recalled what had happened over the last few days. She had invited Rachel to come back to Tree Hill with her and the young woman had accepted her proposal and was now lying in bed with her.

Brooke's heart started to race as a smile spread across her face at the sight. 'It was all real… She is really here…'

Years alone had caused her to forget what it felt like to wake up with someone holding her. She had slept with many men over the years, but she had never stayed over with them or allowed them to get close enough to her emotionally. Her guards had been up since High School. The last person that Brooke had ever let in had been Lucas, but that had been completely different than what she felt with Rachel.

There was never a time that she felt as safe and secure as she did currently, wrapped up in those thin arms. Never did she feel so happy. She never wanted to lose this feeling and even the thought of losing it at the end of summer caused her heart to ache.

She needed Rachel in her life.

Brooke allowed her eyes to roam over her girlfriend's face, smiling adoringly as she watched the way that her lips parted and closed as she let out heated breaths against her skin, and the way that her perfect nose wrinkled up on occasion, or her eyebrows furrowed. 'I love her so much… Seriously… I could just lay here and stare at her forever… that's gotta be love right?'Honestly, it had been so long since she had been in love that she was not certain what love was.

But, this felt like love.

The designer started to run her fingertips through Rachel's hair, enjoying the silky softness of the strands as they fell through her fingers. She twisted some of the hair around her finger, before tracing her finger along Rachel's jawline. When the starlet shivered at the contact it caused Brooke to laugh under her breath and shake her head before repeating the action and watching her shiver at her touch again. She loved being capable of causing those reactions.

She allowed her fingers to run along the naturally tan skin of Rachel's cheek before tracing the tip of one of her fingers down the other woman's nose. She knew that her nose was one of her biggest insecurities, and she understood that many people had made fun of her for it, but Brooke thought that her nose was perfect. She loved every feature on Rachel Berry, from her gorgeous brown eyes to her long eyelashes, her nose, and of course those full lips. 'God I really love those lips…'She thought as she ran her fingers over the diva's lips.

Suddenly, those full lips pressed against her finger delivering a kiss to Brooke's skin and causing a dimpled grin to spread across her face. Brown eyes fluttered open and Rachel stared up at her girlfriend.

She realized that Brooke had been watching her sleep and she smirked, sitting up on one of her elbows so that she could better look into hazel eyes.

"Considering your Psychopathic tendencies, should I be worried that you enjoy watching me while I sleep?" Rachel wondered.

She scoffed as she was once again accused of being a psycho. "I do not have psychopathic tendencies!"

"Brooke, there is no need to deny it. I still like you with or without psychotic tendencies, besides I assure you that if either of us is a little bit psychotic it is more than likely me." She stated with a nod.

Both women laughed at this comment knowing that it was actually probably accurate. Not that either of them were crazy by any means. Rachel had been told on numerous occasions that her passion and drive was almost blinding to her morals, that she could do some crazy things when challenged for the spotlight, and that she was extremely jealous. Smiling, she leant down and pressed a kiss to Brooke's chin, which caused the designer to laugh at the random placement.

Rachel then rested her head against Brooke's chest once more before asking, "So, if I may ask, why were you staring at me while I was sleeping?"

"I just like looking at you, I guess."

"That is difficult to believe." She responded in a hushed tone. It truly was difficult for her to believe. All through her life people had made fun of her appearance, and then in high school her own boyfriend often ridiculed her attire, looks, height, and personality, so her self-esteem was not very high. She found it almost impossible to understand how someone as perfect and gorgeous as Brooke Davis could find her even remotely attractive.

"And why would that be difficult to believe? You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever met." She admitted, but she knew that Rachel still did not believe her.

An uncertain, "Thank you" was all that she said in response.

"It's the truth!" Brooke insisted. "I love your eyes and how intense and full of emotions they are, and of course I love your nose—"

"—Brooke you do not need—"

"—I love it! And you can't tell me what I can and cannot love!" She said, causing Rachel's eyes to shimmer with happiness and her smile to spread across her face. "As I was saying, I love your nose. God how I love your lips." When she said this, Rachel pulled her full bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it, drawing hazel eyes downward. But, she ignored her lust and continued her explanation.

"And I love how smooth your skin is, and your long eyelashes."

A bright blush had traveled along Rachel's face and down over her neck and shoulders due to all of the compliments. She was not used to receiving so much attention for her appearance. Often she felt like she had to wear certain clothing or makeup in order to get people to even notice her, but Brooke noticed everything about her, even the small strange details. "My eyelashes? Isn't that a bit strange?"

"What did I tell you about telling me what I can and cannot love?" She asked with a raised brow at her girlfriend.

She laughed loudly, shaking her head and clinging onto the designer's shirt. "Okay, please continue. I would love to hear more of these things that you love."

"Mmkay." Brooke smiled smugly as she looked back down at the starlet, reaching out and running her fingers through her hair. "I love your hair, it is so beautiful and long and soft… and I love how short you are, but still somehow have such deliciously long legs." Her eyes darkened at these words and she allowed her eyes to wander the length of those long exposed legs. Rachel's blush deepened and her heart started racing as she realized the change in the older woman's demeanor. Her voice had deepened and her eyes had darkened.

Trying to change the subject and avoid the lust getting out of control, Rachel laughed a little and asked, "I see, so, basically you love everything about me?"

Now it was Brooke's turn to blush and grow uncomfortable, because even if Rachel had not meant it as more, she could not help but think about it as more. She knew that she loved her and that terrified her. Love was difficult, scary, and it hurt, it was always easier to just hook up with boys and then leave them, but this was love. Still, she was not ready to admit it.

Realizing that what she had said made her girlfriend uncomfortable, she tried to alleviate the discomfort. "I apologize; I was not attempting to force you to admit you love me. I simply meant that you love a lot of things about me."

Now she felt guilty. "Yes, I love everything about you."

Silence filled the room and they both lay there holding each other. It was not necessarily an awkward silence, but it was a silence that was heavy with unspoken emotions and it needed to be broken before either said anything they might regret. "Does it bother you?"

Rachel snapped her head up and looked into Brooke's eyes with confused brown. Her eyebrows were furrowed together and she was obviously attempting to understand what the question meant. 'Does it bother me that she loves me… of course that would never bother me… what does she mean…?'

"That I watch you while you sleep." She pointed out.

'Oh…'

It took her a moment to regain her composure and return to a playful nature. Rachel smiled proudly and lifted her chin. "Well, I don't know if you know this about me, but I do sort of enjoy being the center of attention in all aspects of my life. This should probably include while I am sleeping, therefore, feel free to watch me while I sleep."

"I will." She said and they both laughed at this.

Rachel once again sat up on her elbow in order to stare down at her girlfriend, allowing her eyes to travel over her perfect porcelain skin and dip into her dimples. She loved those dimples.

"Did you know that you sing in your sleep?" Brooke asked with a devious grin.

"I do not." She declined, moving an inch closer to the designer.

"Do too."

"Do not." She stated with conviction once more, moving even closer to Brooke as she stared deep into her eyes. Their lips were only a few inches apart and Rachel wanted nothing more than to lean forward and capture those lips with her own.

"You do too…" Brooke breathed out. "But don't worry, I think it's cute." At this point she was whispering directly against Rachel's lips, her voice was deep and full of lust, and her eyes were darkened with desire. Rachel's eyes closed momentarily when she felt lips brush against her own, and then when she reopened them she witnessed the lust behind the other woman's eyes and she could not help but kiss her. She needed her.

Rachel leant forward and pressed her lips to Brooke's in an intense passion-driven kiss. It was nearly lip bruising, but neither woman cared as they started to battle for dominance. Rachel adjusted her position so that she was straddling Brooke's waist with her thighs, her heated center pressed against her toned abdomen. She could feel the slight pressure there and let out a soft whimper as she continued to kiss her.

Brooke tangled her hands into long dark hair and pulled Rachel's body closer to her own, moaning out loudly when she heard the other woman let out a soft whimper of approval and pleasure.

She loved affecting her this way. She wanted to be the only one to ever touch her or kiss her this way ever again, and she planned to be.

Brooke arched her back as she felt Rachel start to grind her hips against her in order to get more pressure. She could feel the arousal forming between her thighs and she knew that she wasn't going to be capable of stopping now that they had started and she knew that Rachel was not intoxicated. She wanted her, she wanted to touch her, kiss her, make her scream her name, and Rachel was only making this need worse.

Brooke hesitantly allowed her fingers to travel beneath Rachel's night-shirt, moving them up along her toned abdomen. Her skin was practically on fire and burned against her fingertips. Rachel moaned out loudly against Brooke's lips, as her fingers moved closer and closer to their destination.

'Oh god, I am really going to touch her… this is really going to happen… she's not drunk, I'm not drunk, we are going to—'

'Ring!' 'Ring!' 'Ring!'

Rachel pulled away from the kiss and immediately the lust drained from her face and was replaced with seriousness. It was still so amazing to the older woman how she could be so open and honest with her emotions, they were always changing but she could always read them because they were displayed on her face at all times. Right now, she was worried. She was worried that she had pushed Brooke too far, which was ridiculous, and she was worried about whoever was calling.

Brooke reached up and pulled Rachel down again, pressing her lips to Rachel's in an attempt to start up what they had been doing. The phone was still ringing.

"Brooke, shouldn't you—mmm…" She moaned out as the designer extended her tongue and ran it along her full bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth and sucking on it. When she pulled back, Rachel insisted, "shouldn't you check your phone?"

"It's nobody important."

"But—"

Rachel was interrupted as lips recaptured her own and the fire returned to her body, causing her to ache in her most intimate of places, needing to be touched more. The phone had stopped ringing so she figured there would be no harm in continuing where they had left off.

'Ring!' 'Ring!' 'Ring!'

Rachel pulled back once more and stared toward the sound that was coming from the cellphone on the nightstand by the bed. "Perhaps you should answer that; it could be someone or something of importance."

"I'm pretty sure no matter what or who it is, making out with you is more important." She attempted to kiss her again, but the diva pulled away from her.

"Please, just check it, if it is not important then we can continue."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Groaning out, Brooke forced herself into a sitting position with Rachel still straddling her hips, and she reached across to the nightstand picking up her cellphone and opening it. "Hello, mother." She said in an annoyed tone of voice, she knew that it would be her mother. She had been calling her constantly and asking her to come back to New York City and take over the store.

Brooke let out a soft groan as she felt full lips press against her neck and then felt a talented tongue run along her skin. Her entire body started to shake at the contact and she looked down to see that Rachel was teasing her, her dark eyes connected with her own as she ran her tongue along her skin and moved her hips against her.

Brooke stared with lust-filled eyes as Rachel started to tease the skin right above her breast with her fingertips. 'Oh god... fuck.'Brooke thought as she traced her fingertips down over her hardened nipple through her thin night-shirt, obviously trying to tease her and distract her. It was working. She could not focus on what her mother was saying as her body started to shake uncontrollably and she stifled a moan.

She could not suppress a whimper though, as Rachel moved down her body and circled her nipple with her tongue through her shirt, it was not only extremely sexy, but it felt amazing and she could not help but moan out before glaring at her girlfriend who was wearing a devious smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing and she loved every moment of it.

'She has got to be the sexiest woman on the planet… god, and she damn well knows it! Fuck! Okay, concentrate, you missed a bunch of stuff your mother just said…'

Her mother's words snapped her out of her inappropriate thoughts. "Are you having sex?"

Rachel's brown eyes widened as she heard what Victoria had said on the other end of the phone, she tried her hardest to suppress her laughter as she witnessed the terrified and disgusted look that covered Brooke's face.

"Of course not, I wouldn't have sex while on the phone with you." Again she shot a glare at the starlet who was wearing a rather content grin.

"You sound like you're having sex."

"I'm not having sex, mother." She stated adamantly, her voice shaking with frustration at the situation. Her mother always upset her. "What do you want?"

"I want you to come back to New York and take care of this business with me. We need you here."

"I already told you, I'm not moving back to New York." Brooke told her mother.

Rachel's face covered with pain and Brooke noticed it, but she was not prepared to acknowledge it. Rachel stopped teasing the designer and proceeded to nuzzle her nose into the crook of her neck, smiling softly and trying to ignore the pain that those words had caused her. It was not fair of her to want Brooke to move back to New York so that she could have her dreams, this was where she was happy, and she deserved to be happy.

Rachel had spent a good majority of her life being selfish and she did not want to be selfish with Brooke. She loved her too much.

Victoria started to yell at her daughter now. "Stop being such a selfish little bitch. This isn't about your happiness; it's about your company!"

"Okay, I'm gonna need you to stop yelling at me and listen to me—"

"—I'm not yelling!"

"You are yelling! It's my company, why are you yelling at me?"

"It's our company and currently it is more my company than yours!"

"I—"

"You need to get back to New York and leave that pathetic town you keep insisting is your home. It isn't your home Brooke. The people there are only using you because you are successful. You have no reason to stay there—"

"—There is a girl here…"

"A girl?" Victoria asked, laughing insensitively at her daughter. She did not care for relationships, not friendships and definitely not romance. Life was about business and money, not love and family.

Brooke glanced down at Rachel who was snuggling up against her and she smiled. "Yes, there is a girl."

"You are throwing your entire life away, your entire company away, for some lesbian experiment!?"

"No, I just—"

"—Seriously Brooke, stop being so childish and stupid."

Brooke couldn't take it anymore. Her mother never listened to her when she spoke; she always spoke over her and called her childish for having opinions. Her opinions were different than her mother's opinions so they were stupid. It was so frustrating. Yelling out, she threw the phone across the room watching as it shattered into pieces against the wall. She didn't care. If her mother never talked to her again, she would be a happier person.

Brooke let out a sigh as she fell back onto the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. She felt terrible for losing her temper in front of Rachel. She did not wish to scare the poor girl away. Casting her hazel eyes down, she caught large worried brown and smiled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Rachel said quickly. For a moment they stared into each other's eyes in silence, drowning in all of the overwhelming emotions. "You know, she is wrong."

"What do you mean?" Brooke asked, her raspy voice cracking as her eyes threatened to fill with tears. She would never cry though.

Reaching down, Rachel traced her finger along Brooke's cheek. "This is your company. You are admirable. Everything that you have done in life made me idolize you before even knowing you personally. Your success is astonishing; I look up to you Brooke Davis. Don't let her belittle your involvement in your company."

Leaning down she pressed a kiss to Brooke's lips. "You are a wonderful woman Brooke Davis, and I plan to show you that."

Rachel thought that if anyone deserved to know how wonderful they were, then it would be the other woman. She herself had grown up with two loving dads that always reminded her of how perfect, talented, beautiful, and wonderful she was, so she never felt ridicule until high school. Brooke on the other hand had lived a life feeling like she was not enough for her mother, that she was not enough for anyone. Rachel would show her that she was more than enough for her.

"Thank you." Brooke whispered out, a tear rolling down her cheek that Rachel brushed away.

"It is only the truth I assure you." Rachel said with a bright smile as she sat back up and pulled her girlfriend up into a sitting position. Leaning in she kissed Brooke once more. "Now, how about we get up and get dressed and you give me the grand tour of Tree Hill?"

"I would love that."

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Authors Note:

Here is another chapter! I hope that y'all enjoy it and please do leave me reviews. I have an idea for my next few chapters, so if I get enough lovin' then I may just have to add another chapter really soon! Plus I am excited for y'all to see these ideas!

Thank you all for reading!

I love you guys.

-Tracy Cook