A/N: So, I am being evil and making you all wait for a threesome. Sorry, but it works out better that way. Going to be getting back to some unsolved drama in the next chapter and some touching moments. Hopefully that chapter will be up tomorrow.

Thank you all again for your reviews. I am thrilled you enjoy this fic so much.

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"Santana Lopez!"

The brunette Cheerio turned around and her already furrowed brow raised and she smirked. "I didn't know if you would make it to school today. Glad to see you can still walk." Every ounce of anger Quinn had bottled for the smack down disappeared. Santana could kick her ass and she knew it. There was no point in even pretending otherwise.

"What the hell? What…why…I don't even know what to say other than what the hell?"

Santana held her sides as she laughed uncontrollably. "Tell me, tell me you didn't enjoy it though. Sometimes, some people like a little pain with their pleasure. Are you one of those people, Q? You strike me as the type."

Quinn rolled her eyes unable to do much of anything else as people gawked at the hysterical Cheerio in front of her. "Move along people. Nothing to see….Get!" The blonde slapped her hand over the Latina's mouth in attempts to muffle the laughter. "Will you shut up already." Santana shook her head under her hand and continued her out burst. Quinn's patience was wearing thin and she was feeling much less intimidated by her friend now. She suddenly pushed the Latina up against the lockers and glared coldly at her. It didn't take Santana very long to realize she was pushing the line. Quinn may not get physical and punch her, but the blonde would most definitely get even in a manner which would probably hurt Santana more, so she decided not to push for the old Quinn Fabray to resurface.

"I'm sorry."

"Did Santana Lopez just apologize? It couldn't be." Quinn teased as the Latina rolled her eyes. "But seriously, what the hell?"

"B has one similar and loves it so I thought I would help get you two out of your shell. Are you complaining? " She bit back her smile as Quinn shook her head. "Okay then. You're welcome. At least I bought you the lube."

"Whatever. But I need to talk to you…in a bit more of a private location."

Santana rolled her eyes again and motioned for the blonde to follow her into an empty classroom. "What's up?"

Quinn took a seat next to her friend and hesitated. "Have…have you ever had a threesome?"

The question obviously took Santana by surprise and her eyes widened. "You two are talking about having a threesome?"

"In passing. Rachel said she wouldn't be opposed but I'm not completely sold on the idea. That's why I'm asking you about it."

Santana studied the blonde carefully. "You are more curious than interested. I wouldn't recommend it for you, or at least not in this point of your relationship. You both get far too jealous and sharing isn't for everyone. Besides, you two are still kinda new in your relationship…and your sexuality, to be honest. What brought this up, by the way?"

Quinn relaxed against the back of her chair. "When Rachel was trying to figure out what her surprise was, knowing you were helping me, she asked if it was a threesome."

"Who would have known Berry was a sex perv? She kinda struck me as the uptight prude." Quinn laughed. That had always been her take on the diva as well. Then again, the brunette did confess that girls want sex just as much as guys do. "So she thought that I would be joining you for the evening? Even after she tried to commit suicide by attacking me for slapping your ass?"

The blonde rolled her eyes and huffed a laugh. "I know, right."

"Like I said though, just wait. Get your relationship under control and work out all of your jealousy issues and then revisit the idea of a threesome. Speaking of jealousy issues…Do you know about her plans for this weekend and why aren't you upset if you do?"

Quinn in haled deeply and let it out through her nose. "I do know about them. I think she needs to take the opportunity to kick him in the ass and get him traveling down the road of acceptance. What I don't get is why are you so against it?"

The Latina crossed her arms and reclined, diverting her eyes. "I know Finn. He's impulsive. He does stupid shit when he is hurt. I'm just afraid he is going to blow a gasket and, I don't know…like tell your dad." Quinn furrowed her brow. Why would he do that? "You know Finn sees him all the time. He works at a restaurant your dad has his business dinners at." Quinn did not know that and her eyes widened in surprise and fear. She could totally see Finn opening his mouth and ruining everything she had going for her only to come begging for forgiveness afterwards.

"Does Rachel know?"

Santana shrugged her shoulder but shook her head as well. "Probably not. That's why I said she should just let it be for a while. I don't want to see you, you know...get hurt. I know we haven't always been 'friends' but this year has been really…nice." Quinn could almost see the pain the Latina's attempts of expression were causing her but fought to hold back her laughter. This was serious.

"I have enjoyed it to. It's nice to have real friends who have your back. Not too much of the typical high school drama." Santana nodded. "I appreciate everything you have done for me already this year. I am the happiest I think I have ever been and it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't pushed me to realize who I really am."

"Oh, don't go getting all mushy on me, Fabray." Santana interrupted and stood, making sure to keep her back to the blonde. Quinn did notice the slight sniff but chose to not press the already stretched Latina. "Get your ass up. It's time for class. Oh…and if you do decide to do a threesome…call me."

"No biting…"

The Latina scoffed. "That's half the fun."

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Rachel's phone buzzed in class.

-When you see Finn this weekend. Don't talk about us or him getting over it. xQ

She read the text over and over trying to figure out what had changed.

- …why not? I thought that was the point of hanging out with him. xR

- San says he sees my dad all the time and might say something to him. xQ

"No fucking way." Rachel said out loud and quickly ducked her head as students turned to look at her. She could feel her cheeks going read and wished everyone to turn their attention back to the front of the room.

"Ms. Berry?" Rachel closed her eyes and silently cursed herself before raising her face to meet her teacher's. "Is there something wrong?" Mr. Carson slowly approached pointing to the phone she still held in her hand. "Is there something more important than what I am teaching?"

Rachel bit back her impulsive answer and pushed the phone into her pocket.

"Actually, I am very interested in knowing what it was that you felt the whole class should be aware of with your outburst." She wasn't going to answer. "No? Then maybe you will feel more up to explaining to Principal Figgins. I'm sure you know where his office is."

"Are you serious?" The question fell out of her mouth before she could stop it and the retreating teacher turned back around.

"Very. I do not take kindly to my classes being disrupted not only by the use of prohibited cell phones but also by the use of profanity. Now, go."

Rachel sat for a second in her shock before gathering her things and exiting the class. First thing she did as soon as the door shut was pull out her phone.

- I am being sent to Figgins' office because of you. xR

- …what? xQ

- Yeah. Because of you and your message. xR

Rachel hesitated at the doors to Figgins' office and waited to see what Quinn had to say, any words of encouragement.

- I'll make it up to you this weekend… xQ

The diva raised her eyebrows. Good enough for her.

Quinn was waiting for Rachel to text her back to find out what Figgins had said and why exactly she was sent to his office in the first place. Normally if someone was caught texting they were just told to put it away. She couldn't understand what in the world Rachel Berry could have done to grant her a trip to the Principal's office. I mean, she routinely went there under her own free will, rarely under orders.

"Quinn Fabray." Her teacher called her name, She raised her head cautiously. "I have a note here that you are to report to Ms. Pillsbury's office, now." She furrowed her brow. What the hell did Rachel do?

The cheerleader approached the office and saw Rachel already in a seat across from the fidgeting woman's desk. Once the redhead was done straightening the pens on her desk she noticed Quinn approach and waved her inside. "Please, take a seat."

Quinn looked to Rachel with uncertain eyes and was only greeted with a shrug of the diva's shoulders. "What did you do?" The blonde whispered.

"You rubbed off on me. Apparently when the class is silent and writing notes, it is not the ideal time to swear out loud."

Quinn pulled her head back. "You don't swear."

"Like I said… you are rubbing off on me." Rachel turned her attention to the observing guidance councilor. "Ms. Pillsbury, is this meeting really necessary?"

"Uh…well. Actually, Rachel, due to some of the…the new, um, developments in your, in both of your home lives, this…talk…seems very well timed. Don't you think? I mean, things must be a little awkward for two individuals such as yourself, former enemies and polar opposites on the perpetually torturous popularity scale, to find yourselves living with each other…sharing a house…close quarters?"

Neither girl responded. Quinn kept her eyes to the guidance councilor but cocked her head towards Rachel. "What exactly did you tell Figgins?" Ms. Pillsbury's eyes shifted between the girls and she nervously swallowed whatever else she was going to say.

"I told him my reaction to a very important message was understandable with our current and rather sensitive situation. He asked me to elaborate and I told him that my fathers are in the process of acquiring custody and that your message was news that could very well jeopardize the well being and happiness of one of his students."

"So, you trying to get out of Figgins' office got us both in here?" Rachel pursed her lips together. "Scratch the last text I sent you about this weekend." Rachel opened her mouth to protest but she was cut off by Ms. Pillsbury.

"Well, Quinn. This is set up for both of you to be able to talk about things and your situation… However, I am most interested in y-you. Last year, because of last year and what had happened with your family,…your parents." Quinn stared at her in silence, unsure of what she was actually suppose to say. "I guess, if you would like to talk, we could discuss how this all happened…why you ended up with the Berry's...Rachel."

Quinn just continued to stare expressionless, unable to tare her eyes away from the woman who was beginning to second guess herself. Finally, Quinn managed to point her finger to Rachel. "I'm dating her."

This time it was Ms. Pillsbury sat silently trying to figure out what she was suppose to say. "Uh…okay." Rachel winced in the awkwardness. "I see…so, okay…yeah." The room fell painfully silent.

"Ms. Pillsbury?" Rachel's voice almost seemed like a yell in the quiet office. "I don't mean to be offensive but I think we are handling this well on our own."

"Of course, I am just here to help. Doing so, however, is…easier to do if I can, if you can…If there is a problem later and I am needed, it would be easier if I were to have, like, background information on the…situation. You see? Like this out burst in class. If I was to know what it was about I could have kept you our of Figgins', Principal Figgins' office and out of potential trouble. Wouldn't you rather be here talking instead of his office? Some would…a few."

Rachel propped her elbow on the armrest and ran her fingers through her hair, glancing to Quinn for her decision. "My…my mother was unable to cope with the discovery of my sexuality and kicked me out…again. Rachel's dads took me in. They have been wonderful. After a run in with my father at lunch, they began the paper work to acquire custody. It should be final any day now, but we are worried because, well…my dad doesn't know I'm dating Rachel." She turned to the brunette to continue.

"Finn is not happy with me for breaking up with him to date his ex-girlfriend, understandably." Ms. Pillsbury nodded her head in obvious agreement with the statement. "However, he is in the position to inform Mr. Fabray if he truly wished to see Quinn and I torn apart."

"Do…do you think Finn would do something like that? I mean, he cares for you both. Doesn't he want to see you two happy?" Ms. Pillsbury looked to both girls but Quinn's eyes fell to the floor. She didn't know. She and Finn had only talked maybe once all year and that conversation ended with him denting a locker with his fist.

"He…is…less concerned with Quinn's happiness. And I do fear that he would, perhaps, impulsively tell Mr. Fabray and think that it was his chance to reconnect with me."

"Has he said something to make you believe this? I mean, Finn is a good guy. Well natured. I find it difficult to believe that he would intentionally do something to jeopardize what you two…have…found."

"He has said some things…but I don't know if they still stand. I am meeting with him tomorrow and I can get an accurate gage on his emotional stability in reference to our relationship." The woman opened her mouth to press on but Rachel interrupted her. "I really don't feel like repeating the things he said if they are no longer an accurate expression of his feelings. That is our background information." She stood up and waited for the councilor to excuse them back to class. She did.

"Right, well, if there is ever anything you two, or either of you two want to talk about…I'm here. That's my job, what I'm paid for."

Both girls nodded their head and left the office but Quinn quickly returned. "Ms. Pillsbury, if…if my dad does back out on the custody swap…is there a way for me to fight his appeal?"

"You mean, if he takes you home, is there anything you, yourself, can do to leave?" Quinn nodded. "That depends on many things. One of which is if he is a risk to your well being, physically. Of which, if I were to be informed of, I would be required by law to report it immediately." She warned as Quinn opened her mouth, causing her to shut it again. That was battle she only wanted to fight if she had to. "With cases like that you could find yourself living with a relative or perhaps foster care…the judge may allow adoption in such an event, but it is all up for interpretation. Until then, he is your father and has legal rights."

"Thank you." Quinn nodded and left to catch up to Rachel, grabbing her hand as they walked. "What exactly did you say in class to get you sent to Figgins' office?"

Rachel shied away. "I would rather not repeat the vulgarity that escaped my mouth in a moment of pure shock. But I surely wasn't expecting all of this. I am truly sorry."

"It's not your fault really. Just bad timing. So, what do you want to do about Finn?"

The diva shrugged. "I'm going to go and just act like a friend. If he tries something, I'll tell him I'm not interested. Honestly, I'll try to avoid the topic until the papers are final."

"And once they are?"

Rachel smiled. "Once I don't have to worry about your dad finding out about us, I plan on taking you out to a movie and Finn can sit at home by himself and sulk." They laughed and Rachel pulled the cheerleader into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

Rachel pressed her against the wall and kissed her passionately, smiling into the kiss as she swallowed Quinn's moans. The blonde ran her fingers into the dark tresses and pulled her deeper into the kiss, panting and gasping for breaths during quick breaks between kisses. Rachel droped her lips to the cheerleader's neck and Quinn looked to the door, reached over and locked it, hoping no one is already inside.

"Best part about being kicked out of class…" Rachel commented as she trailed her hands up the back of Quinn's thigh to her ass and palming the flesh. "The teachers aren't expecting us back." She hooked a finger in the bottom of the cheerleader's spanks and ran it forward until she came to a rest between Quinn's thighs.

The blonde gasped as she felt Rachel pull the material away from her and slid a finger into her folds. "Have you no self-control? There could be someone in here." Rachel and Quinn both moaned as the diva slid two fingers into the moist heat and set a fast pace while rubbing her thumb to Quinn's clit.

"Are you really wanting me to stop to find out?" Rachel asked teasingly as she entered a third finger. She had no intention of stopping for anything.

"Fuck…no…" Quinn bit down on her fingers trying to hold in her moans. The sounds echoed and amplified in the large, empty tile restroom. Rachel seemed to take pride in each moan and grunt that escaped and reverberated off the walls and began thrusting faster. "Fuck…fuck…fuck…" Quinn was still sore from the other night but there was enough pleasure there to enjoy Rachel's impulses.

Rachel moved the hand she had braced against the wall and cupped Quinn's face, pulling her into a kiss and shoving her tongue deep into her mouth, needing to taste her. More moans escaped the blonde's throat and Rachel sadistically laughed into the kiss. "Are you going to scream for the whole school to hear you?"

Quinn pulled away from the kiss, biting her bottom lip, and shook her head. Rachel sped up slightly, feeling Quinn nearing her edge, and returned her mouth to that sensitive spot on her neck. "Oh, fuck…" Quinn dug her nails into Rachel's back and bit down on her shoulder as her muscles clamped around the diva's fingers. The blonde began to convulse and muffled her screams enough they came out as squeaks and squeals until the last wave passed and she managed breath again.

"I don't know what it is…but I just can't get enough of you." Rachel confessed resting her forehead to Quinn's, their panting falling in sync. "And every time I have you…I just feel like crying. A happy cry."

"I know." Quinn's voice was barely a whisper as she ran her hands through Rachel's hair. "I know." They stayed there kissing and smiling at each other until the bell rang. It was only then that Rachel pulled away to see if the stalls were empty.

"Coast is clear." She joked. "May I escort you to class?" The diva extended her hand for Quinn to take.

"I would love that."