Authors Note: The day after the early morning before :) Thanks everyone for the reviews and favorites, I love to hear your feedback and ideas.
For blueashke and anyone else after some Faberrittana: I'll reiterate that it's not going to happen in this story, there might be some joking around and teasing but nothing more. If there is enough demand I might write a one shot or two, or a short story, send your comments and idea's via PM only, I don't want other readers of this story getting the wrong idea.
Maybe it was Santana and Brittany singing or maybe it was the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs and under the door, but either way Quinn is now very awake. She could just hear the music and the girls singing along with it coming from downstairs and she looks to the alarm clock on the bedside table to check the time. Too damn early but the smell of bacon is just too attractive to let her get back to sleep, and her stomach rumbles.
"Sounds like someone's ready for breakfast." Rachel mutters.
Rachel is in her usual place, half curled into Quinn's side and half on top of the other girl, her head resting on Quinn's shoulder and her arm resting across the blonde's stomach. The weight is familiar for the blonde, and while not as intense as before, the skin to skin contact between the two naked bodies still feels electric. The diva's hair is covering her face again so Quinn reaches up and pushes it behind her ear so she can see the other girl properly. She still has her eyes shut.
"Depends on what's on the menu" Quinn teases.
"You're not going to turn into some sort of horndog on me now are you?" Rachel asks.
"It wasn't me that said, and I quote 'Girls want sex just as much as guys do!' in celibacy club now, was it?"
Rachel tries to look indignant still without opening her eyes, but the blush on her cheeks ruins that a little, "Well, it's true. We both know it."
"Apparently so." Quinn agrees.
"I can't believe you remember that."
"A little brunette diva in a short skirt and sleeveless jumper telling a room full of Cheerios and football team that and then doing one of her patented storm outs is kind of memorable." Quinn observes.
The little brunette diva in questions giggles at this, "I guess so."
Rachel rubs her eyes and opens them, blinking a little in the dim light coming in through the curtained window. She looks up at Quinn with a smile and burst into fresh giggles.
"What?" Quinn asks
"You have sex hair." Rachel manages between giggles.
Quinn chuckles, "Well there's a good reason for that, isn't there?"
"Mmmm"
They lay in silence for a few moments the only movement was that of Quinn's hand drawing random shapes on the soft skin of Rachel's back. Neither girl seemed to be in any rush to get up.
"Rach" Quinn begins, "Do we need to talk about what happened last night?"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Quinn considers it for a moment, She's a little nervous that Rachel might decide the whole thing was a bad idea, or worse that Quinn wasn't any good. "I just… Are you ok with what happened last night?"
Rachel smiles up at Quinn, "If I wasn't, I wouldn't have started anything" she says, "and I did start it if you remember." Quinn nods but doesn't say anything more and Rachel sighs, "Look Quinn, it might not have been exactly what I thought it might be like, but it was good and I don't regret it."
"Not what you thought it might be?" Quinn looks a little worried.
"Well, I always thought I'd be 25, famous on Broadway and in bed with some hunky guy. Not still in high school and with a gorgeous blonde girl." She emphasizes the last word.
"You were going to wait till you were 25?" Quinn asks a little surprised.
"Yeah"
"Why didn't you?"
"Someone came a long that was worth changing the plan for." Rachel says with a smile.
"So" Quinn starts, a little uncertainly, "What does this make us? Girlfriends?"
Rachel looks thoughtful for a moment, "Well, no one has asked me yet, so I guess I'm still free" she teases.
Quinn laughs and then takes a deep breath, "Rachel Barbara Berry, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"
"Yes" Rachel says simply, "But don't think that gets you out of taking me on an amazing first date" she teases.
"What are you doing on Friday after school?" Quinn asks.
"Nothing."
"Good, I'll pick you up at 7 sharp."
They lie there together for a few minutes until Quinn's stomach rumbles again.
"I guess we should get up" Rachel says, "You take the shower, I'm going to work out on my elliptical for a bit."
"You could join me in the shower…" Quinn suggests.
Rachel rolls off of Quinn and pokes her playfully in the side, "Don't push your luck lady."
Quinn huffs, climbs out of bed and walks across to the door to the en suit, making to attempt to cover herself and very aware of Rachel's eyes on her as she goes through the door.
When Quinn exited the en suit some time later, Rachel is dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and working out on her elliptical. Sinfully short shorts. Quinn stands, towel forgotten in her hand, and watches Rachel's ass rock back and forth as her legs work the exercise machine.
"Once you're done staring at my ass," Rachel says with a note of amusement in her voice, "I put some clothes on the bed for you. Hope you don't mind going commando again."
"This is becoming a habit" Quinn observes as she drags her eyes away from the brunette and crosses to the bed to get dresses.
Now its Rachel's turn to stare as she watches the other girl climb into the sweat pants and pull them up her legs. "Just as long as you don't forget them when you're putting on your uniform on Monday"
Quinn laughs, "Going commando in that would certainly turn heads. I think I'll remember."
Rachel finally manages to drag her eyes away from the other girl once she finishes dressing. She grabs a towel of her own and heads to the en suit, "Why don't you go for breakfast, I'm going to grab a shower and I'll be right down."
When she reaches the kitchen, Quinn finds Brittany sitting at the table digging in to a pile of pancakes and Santana, back to the rest of the room, cooking some bacon on the stove.
"Something smells good" Quinn says.
"If you think I'm feeding your lazy ass you've got another think coming Fabray" Santana says without turning around.
"But" says Brittany, "You've already eaten, who are you cooking for then?" Brittany asks innocently.
"Busted" Quinn observes.
"Sit down and shut up or I'll feed this to the neighbour's dog."
In an effort not to see the neighbour's dog fed, Quinn sits down and shuts up. Hey, its bacon after all and she can't remember the last time Santana cooked for her even when she stayed over at her place. She looks over at Brittany and notices the blonde has stopped eating and is looked at her oddly.
"Something wrong Britt?" she asks
"Hmmm… something's different…" Brittany says looking thoughtful.
"What's different Britt-Britt?" Santana asks turning with the pan and dishing out the bacon to Quinn's place and then looking up at Quinn, "Holy shit, this ice queen got laid."
Quinn turns bright red and shushes them, "I don't know what you're talking about." She says unconvincingly.
"Oh come on Quinn, you're glowing and the only time I've seen you like that in the past was a few weeks before you told Finnocence you were pregnant." Santana states, "Well damn, I didn't know the midget had it in her." She chuckles for a moment, "Or maybe that should be had it in Quinn."
Quinn shoots to her feet and bangs her hands on the table "Don't talk about Rach like that!" she demands.
"Keep your panties on Quinn, or are you going commando today?" Santana says with a smirk earning another glare from the blonde.
"So is it true?" Brittany asks bouncing up and down with excitement "Did you and Rach make sweet lady lovin?"
"It's nobody's business but our own" Quinn says past a mouthful of bacon.
"That means yes" Santana clarifies breaking out a new pan and looking at the instructions on the back of a package of food.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asks.
"Trying to figure out how to cook this fake bacon shit."
"You're cooking for Rachel now?" Quinn is somewhat surprised.
"After spending a night with you, I figure she's going to need to build up her strength again." Santana chuckles, "She must have gotten the idea from watching me and Britt"
"WHAT?!" Quinn shouts choking on her mouthful of bacon, "When did she watch you two?"
"Last night" Brittany said innocently, "San got handsy during that last movie."
Quinn shakes her head, "Sometimes you two really disgust me."
"Well the plan worked didn't it" Santana said.
"There was a plan?" Quinn is a little surprised.
"Granted it was a little short notice" Santana said thoughtfully, "And it wasn't one of my best I guess, but it got the job done right?"
"It got Quinn done" Brittany corrected with a chuckle.
Quinn just rolls her eyes and gets back to her Bacon.
"Good morning ladies!"
Rachel bounces into the kitchen a few minutes later just as Santana is just finishing her breakfast. Santana puts the plate in front of an empty chair and indicates for the diva to sit down.
"That's very kind of you Santana, but I'm afraid…" Rachel begins.
"Don't worry midget, it's all vegan, even used a clean pan for it." Santana interrupts.
"Really?" Rachel's a little surprised at the care Santana has taken, "Well thank you Santana, I appreciate it."
"And I'm sure Quinn appreciates what you do for her" Santana says with a wink.
"Quinn!" Rachel declares
"I didn't say anything" Quinn says, "They just assumed"
"But she didn't deny it either" Brittany said.
"Well if you must know, yes Quinn and I had sex last night. And I have to say, I for one found it very satisfying…" Rachel begins
"Too much information!" declares Santana, putting her fingers in her ears.
"Well it was you that started digging" Rachel says with a smirk as she starts digging in to her breakfast.
"So are you too official yet?" Brittany asks
"Yes Brittany" Rachel answers, "but for the moment we'd like to keep that just between the four of us. I'm sure you appreciate how sensitive the subject can be."
"No problem midget, we'll keep your secret" Santana answers.
Brittany and Santana had left shortly after breakfast much to Rachel's relief. The amount of teasing she and Quinn received was unbelievable and she only hoped that they would keep their mouths shut at school tomorrow. Rachel and Quinn were snuggling on the sofa watching nothing particularly interesting on the TV but just enjoying being together while they could. Rachel's Dads were due back that afternoon and Quinn's mother had called to make sure she'd be home for Sunday dinner.
"What are we going to do at school tomorrow?" Rachel asks suddenly.
"Do you mean coming out, or just in general?" Quinn asks.
"I don't think I'm ready for coming out just yet. What about you?"
"No, I don't think now's the time."
"So in general, how do we behave?"
"Just like we would otherwise I suppose." Quinn suggests, "At least with you in the Cheerios it'll be easier for us to spend time together than it would have been otherwise."
"But if I hadn't joined, you might still hate me." Rachel observes.
"I never hated you Rachel."
That night both girls spend the night in their own beds, and they both miss having the other there with them.