A/N: Glad everyone seemed to like Camp Sunshine; it truly is an amazing place!
This chapter deals with violence (mentioned, not seen) and a bit of Faberry sexiness so be warned ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Less than a week before the end of summer, Rachel was in Quinn's bedroom helping her start to pack for Yale.
"You really think you need all these books, Quinn. I can't be certain, but I think that Yale may have its own library." Rachel stated with a smirk.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "It's not the same, Rachel." She grabbed one of the books from the top of the box. She made her way over to Rachel and opened the book. "These are mine. I highlighted new words I learned, underlined my favorite lines, and dog-eared my favorite pages. Sometimes I even write in the margins. They're full of memories and they can't be replaced."
Rachel nodded with a smile on her face. "That's what I loved about the book you gave me; I got to see the parts you loved about it. It was like you were there with me."
Quinn sat the book on the bed and grabbed Rachel's face to pull her into a searing kiss. Naturally the kiss led to more. The blonde slowly guided Rachel down onto the bed, sliding the books out of the way. Then she crawled on top of her.
Quinn detached her lips from Rachel's and began claiming the brunette's neck. She sucked hard which caused Rachel's hips to buck into her violently. The blonde moaned into Rachel's neck as she sucked harder. When she had sufficiently marked her girlfriend, she licked the bruise reverently.
Ever since the massage that ended in a cold shower, the girls slowly pushed each other's boundaries. Quinn knew she couldn't cup Rachel's ass, no matter how badly she wanted to. Rachel learned that she wasn't going to be able to remove the blonde's shirt. But the groping got more intense and the kisses always grew more heated. And without fail, Quinn always landed herself in the shower. Alone.
Rachel's hands currently traveled under Quinn's shirt, nearing the girl's bra-clad breasts. Quinn pulled away from Rachel and looked down at her as she raised an eyebrow.
"You are so totally a boob girl." The blonde smirked.
Rachel blushed under Quinn's gaze. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "You once offered Finn to touch your boobs if he stayed away from me."
Quinn's mouth dropped open. "You knew?"
Rachel nodded. "I overheard."
It was Quinn's turn to be embarrassed. Then she frowned. "I think I lost in that situation, because not only did I have to let him grope me but he still didn't stay away from you."
Rachel had the decency to look remorseful. Then her frown turned into a grin. "You created the Celibacy Club and you only let guys touch you when you were bribing them…"
"Rachel, can we not talk right now." Quinn begged as she reattached their lips.
Rachel pulled away. "Don't you see? Deep down, even then you had no interest in them. I thought it was because you were truly chaste…you know, until you got pregnant. But I thought you were pure and…"
"And?" Quinn sighed with exasperation.
"Look at you now? You're practically a horndog."
"Rachel." Quinn groaned.
The brunette was smiling proudly. "You never were interested in sex before because you never wanted to be with a boy…"
"Because I'm gay. We've already established that." Quinn wasn't sure where Rachel was going with the conversation, but by the mischievous grin on her girlfriend's face she knew she was about to find out.
Rachel slowly continued to move her hands up Quinn's shirt. "I was hoping you'd have bribed me by now…I'll do anything if you let me touch your breasts." Rachel lowered her voice to a sultry plea.
Quinn swallowed audibly. "You want to…"
Rachel nodded as she bit her bottom lip nervously.
"I um…" Quinn's voice wavered as she tried to find the words. "Okay?"
Rachel didn't need to be told twice, her hands swiftly moved up to grab both of the blonde's breasts. She squeezed tentatively until Quinn moaned and bucked her hips into her throbbing core. The action made Rachel squeeze tighter. Then she began to mead the mounds, massaging them the best she could through the thin fabric. Rachel was very aware of how hard Quinn's nipples were, that thought alone caused her to moan loudly.
Quinn could no longer control herself; she was grinding effortlessly into Rachel. Every time their cores connected, Rachel would buck her hips back into the blonde and start the cycle all over again. They soon found their rhythm as their bodies moved together fluidly.
"Rachel…" Quinn breathed out, feeling close to an orgasm.
The brunette removed one of her hands from Quinn's breasts, earning a disappointed groan. She smiled as she took one of Quinn's hands and thrust in underneath her own shirt. Quinn's eyes widened as she felt Rachel's smooth skin underneath her fingertips. Rachel urged the blonde's hand north, until Quinn had a firm breast in her hand. Both girls bucked their hips into each other forcefully.
Quinn worked her hand against Rachel's breast, as she kept rhythm with the brunette's hips. "Rachel, I'm not complaining…but I am so close right now I don't think I'll be able to stop."
"Then don't." Rachel replied breathlessly.
That was all Quinn needed to hear to increase the friction of her hips. Her throbbing center pounded against her girlfriend's and soon she was tumbling over the edge. As her body pulsated with pleasure, she screamed Rachel's name.
Then she collapsed onto the brunette as she panted loudly. "That was so much better than a cold shower." She whispered.
Quinn felt bad that she was the only one to orgasm, so she climbed off of Rachel. As she sat on her knees looking at her girlfriend, concern crossed her features. "Rachel? Is that okay? Are you okay?"
The brunette's eyes were closed tight and her breathing was erratic, Quinn realized that Rachel was about to cum as well. She slowly lifted the girl's shirt, and began placing soft kisses on the toned abs. She sucked and nipped and licked at the expanse of skin that appeared before her. As her mouth was otherwise engaged, her hands moved back up to Rachel's breasts and started to massage them. Then she found the hardened nipples and pinched and twisted and tugged on them.
Rachel's hips bucked at the touch, but had nothing to connect with. Quinn repositioned their bodies so that she was able to put a thigh between Rachel's legs. She gently moved her thigh into Rachel's heated core and let the brunette grind into it. The noises that escaped the brunette's lips were nearly enough to make Quinn come undone again but she held it together because this was for Rachel.
And when Rachel screamed Quinn's name as she climaxed, the blonde knew that waiting was worth it. Who needed self-love when she could do this? Then she realized that they had only five days to do this some more before they had to separate for school this fall. She fell back on the bed with a groan.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked with a whisper. "What's wrong? Did I do it wrong?"
Quinn's eyes opened wide as she quickly claimed Rachel's lips with her own. "Baby it was amazing. That's what I was upset about. I just remembered that we only have a few more days together before school starts."
Rachel nodded and returned Quinn's kiss with fervor. When she pulled away, she smiled contentedly. "I finally got to touch your breasts."
Quinn rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face. "Seriously? That's all you have to say? Not how mind-blowingly orgasmic it was?"
Rachel rolled her eyes in return. "I thought that was quite self-explanatory." She grabbed Quinn's hand and laced their fingers. "My next goal is to get to touch them without your bra in my way."
Quinn snorted. "Such a lofty goal."
"Come on, I know yours is to grab my ass." Rachel chuckled.
Quinn hummed in agreement. Then she sighed. "You are okay, right? With what we just did?"
Rachel nodded, then propped herself up to get a better look at the blonde. "I did sort of initiate it."
"That doesn't mean you might not regret it."
Rachel smiled. "I don't regret it. I may not be ready for a lot of things yet, but Quinn I really want to be. I'm trying…"
"Baby." Quinn kissed Rachel softly to stop her self-deprecating ramble. She placed gentle kisses all over Rachel's face. "I don't need you to worry about me…I'm content just being near you, I hope you don't feel like I'm pressuring you."
Rachel touched Quinn's lips with her fingertips and then she caressed the girl's cheek with her thumb. "You've been amazing. Perfect even." Then the brunette sighed. "Did you know that every time I see a mirror, I say a little mantra? Santana made me start it, and it sort of helps." She noticed Quinn frown at the mention of Santana. "There is nothing going on between us."
"I know." Quinn paused, taking Rachel's hand back in hers and threading their fingers. "I just get…jealous that she was able to help you and I can't."
Rachel brought their linked hands to her mouth and kissed each of Quinn's knuckles, and then the girl's palm. "The unfortunate thing Santana and I have in common is something I pray you will never have to understand or experience. Please know that the things I can say to her…I don't really have to say because she gets it. It's nice not to have to explain sometimes." She was silent for a minute before continuing. "I'm sorry that my going to her hurt you…I never meant to. And I assure you that you are always the first person I want to talk to and the only person I want to share certain aspects of my life with. That being said, I will try to be more mindful of my interactions with Santana."
"Rachel…"
"I understand where you're coming from Quinn. Remember that day we tried on dresses for Prom and you got upset?" Quinn nodded and looked ashamed. Rachel kissed her hand again before she continued with her speech. "I was jealous that you went to Nicci. Not jealous of Nicci per se, but of the fact that she could help you when I couldn't."
Quinn frowned. "You helped me so much…it's just sometimes it was easier…Fuck. Okay, I get what you're saying about Santana now. And I'm sorry I over-reacted."
They shared a languid kiss before Quinn pulled away to ask. "So what's your mantra?"
Rachel sighed deeply before she spoke slowly and barely above a whisper. "I tell myself that I am beautiful and that it wasn't my fault."
"Rachel…" Quinn breathed out as tears pricked at her eyes. Then she climbed back on top of Rachel, straddling her and looked straight into the girl's eyes. "You are beautiful and it wasn't your fault."
Rachel's eyes never left Quinn's. She took a labored breath before she answered. "I'm beginning to believe it."
Quinn's eyes were nearly overflowing with unshed tears. "What can I do? What will it take for you to believe it? I will tell you every day that you're beautiful. I will tell you with every breath I take that you're the most beautiful person I know." She was sincere and Rachel knew it.
The brunette opened her mouth to speak, but the blonde wasn't finished. "As for it not being your fault. It isn't. You know I don't blame you. No one does. Not mom, not Fran. Not your dads or any of our friends. You know that, right?"
"I do." Rachel replied in a small voice. "That's were Santana understood what I was going through, because a part of her blamed herself for that boy harassing her…"
"What?"
Rachel's eyes went wide. "You can't tell! I didn't mean…"
"Rach, I won't say a word. But if that's what…I will never understand what you guys went through…but you have to believe me when I say that neither of those incidents were your guys' fault. Okay? There are sick and twisted people out there…"
"Quinn, he's your dad."
"No he's not. I stopped considering him my father the day he kicked me out for making a mistake. I stopped considering him a man the day he tried to…" She trailed off. "He is nothing but a monster who plagues our nightmares…please don't let him plague you when you're awake as well."
Rachel stared at Quinn for a long moment before she took her free hand and wiped at the blonde's tears. "You're amazing, do you know that Lucy Quinn Fabray?"
The blonde's heart soared as she heard her full name fall from Rachel's perfect lips. She smiled brightly before uttering with conviction. "And you are beautiful, Rachel Barbara Berry."
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The following day, Quinn was hanging out at the Berry house when Fran and Judy came over. Rachel and Quinn were ushered into the living room with wary expressions on their faces.
"What are you guys doing here?" Quinn asked cautiously.
"This isn't some kind of intervention is it? Because we aren't having sex yet…though it may not be far off if yesterday was any indication…" Quinn's hand clamped over Rachel's mouth quickly as both girls flushed profusely and the adults shifted in their seats awkwardly.
"I think we may discuss that issue a bit…later." Hiram replied with a slightly higher pitch than normal. He promptly cleared his throat.
"I wanted everyone together when I tell you what I have to say. Truthfully, I only want to say it once and be done with it." Judy replied as calmly as she could.
Rachel and Quinn nodded their heads gravely.
"It's about…Russel." Judy replied unsteadily. It was the first time his name had been uttered out loud by anyone in the room since the incident.
"What about him?" Fran spat out.
"As you know, he's been in jail awaiting his trial." They all nodded, urging her to continue. "Well…some of the inmates found out what he had done."
Realization dawned on the faces of everyone in the room.
"They didn't take…kindly to it, needless to say. And they jumped him." Judy explained.
"By jumped you mean…" Quinn had to know for sure.
"He was raped." Judy replied with no emotion. She didn't care about the man, but this needed to be done. "He didn't take it so well…and this morning…this morning, he used his bed sheets and hung himself."
They were enveloped in silence. It stretched out for six excruciating minutes.
"So, is he…dead?" Leroy asked hesitantly.
Judy nodded as the tears overwhelmed her. Fran was at her side instantly, while Quinn tightened her hold on Rachel's hand.
"Don't you dare cry for him, mom." Fran nearly yelled. "I say he deserved what he got and more. Not only for what he did to Rachel…he used to beat you. When I heard you left him because he cheated I was so proud of you. I wasn't even surprised when I later heard he was arrested in a prostitution sting."
"What?" Quinn's voice cracked.
"Are you really surprised?" Fran turned to her sister. "When he kicked you out of the house, I know you were scared and felt alone and abandoned. But honestly, I was grateful that you were able to get away from him." She turned back to her mother. "So don't you dare cry for him."
Judy blinked her eyes rapidly, dispelling the tears. "I wasn't crying for him…I was crying because it's finally over. A part of me is…relieved. God, I'm an evil person."
"No you're not." Hiram stated forcefully.
"Rachel honey, say something." Leroy pleaded with his unusually silent daughter.
Quinn's grip on her hand tightened as she rubbed the back of Rachel's hand with her thumb. Rachel was watching the movements, almost entranced by it. After another moment of silence, she spoke quietly. "For the first time in so long…I feel like I can breathe again."
No one knew how to respond to that. So no one did. They simply sat in silence again, letting the news marinate in their minds. The six of them shared a quiet dinner together before Fran and Judy departed.
Quinn and Rachel made their way out to the backyard and lay on the grass looking up at the sky.
"I understand why you needed to escape sometimes." Rachel said after several minutes of silence. "I didn't know that he hurt your mom."
"I always suspected it, but never saw it. Fran always protected me from it…that's why she'd take me to the roof to stargaze. I only ever remembering seeing bruises on my mom like twice…but she'd always have an excuse for them." Quinn was thoughtful for a moment. "I guess that's why she's so open and carefree now. It's like after 25 years of living under his thumb, she was able to escape and live her own life. The way she always wanted to. I love the woman she became after she left him."
Rachel smiled at how strong Judy truly was. It must have been difficult to start over after so long, but Quinn was right…she was admirable.
The stillness was soothing as they stared into the sky. Rachel took a deep breath and released it slowly before she spoke again. "Why didn't you go live with Fran when you got pregnant? You guys seem so close?"
"She offered. I refused. I may have gone from home to home, but I liked the friends I had and didn't want to leave them…I didn't want to leave you."
Rachel took a deep, shaky breath. "I…this might make me sound like a horrible person but…"
"Rach…that isn't possible."
"Hearing about the kind of person he was…about all the bad things he had done. It made it easier. It's like…it's not just me, you know? I wasn't the only one that he hurt. And though I hate the thought of him hurting your mom, somehow I don't feel so…alone. Does that make sense?"
Quinn nodded. "He wasn't signaling you out because of who you are or what you meant to me…he's just a bad person, Rachel. And I'm glad that you're starting to understand that now."
They were silent again, holding hands and looking at the stars.
"I forgave him."
Quinn's eyes widened. "You what?"
"I forgave him because he was your father and I couldn't hate anyone who gave me you."
Quinn sat up quickly and looked down at her girlfriend. "Rachel…" Her breath caught in her throat.
"Besides, if I spent all my time dwelling on him…hating him. I'd never be able to move on and I really needed to move on."
"When did you…" Quinn had no words. Sure she never thought about the monster, she wouldn't let herself. But she was well aware of how much she hated him.
"Our date. It was so perfect. You were perfect. So I decided to forgive him. I think that's why I've been doing better. I feel freer. Like a weight was lifted." She pulled Quinn back down on top of her and kissed her passionately. When they parted for air, she continued. "So see, you are the person that helped me, Quinn. Not Santana. It's always you."
They kissed under the stars for a while before they made it back to Rachel's room. When Rachel went into the bathroom to begin her nightly routine, Quinn joined her.
"Quinn?"
"I want to join in your mantra."
Together as they looked in the mirror, they repeated the words. "You are beautiful. It's not your fault."
Quinn had to admit she also needed to hear them. To say them. Perhaps, after today, a weight could be lifted off of her shoulders as well.
When they returned to Rachel's bedroom, Rachel shut off the light and climbed into bed with Quinn. The full moon illuminated the room.
Quinn slowly took off her own shirt. She smiled when Rachel's eyes widened and she swore she saw them instantly darken and was aware that her eyes probably did the same.
"I've been nervous about taking off my shirt in front of you because of the scars that I have, on top of the stretch marks that I'll always be self-conscious about." Quinn explained quietly.
Rachel slowly brought her hand to Quinn's torso and gently traced her fingertips to one of the scars she found there. "Quinn, you're still the prettiest girl I have ever met."
Quinn remained silent. Rachel reverently traced each scar on the exposed stomach. Then she moved to the other side of Quinn and ran her fingers up the scar on her spine. The action caused the blonde to shiver violently.
"These scars are what kept you alive. The surgeries and…if it wasn't for them…you may not have survived, Quinn. So I think they're beautiful."
Quinn forgot how to breathe. She fell in love with Rachel all over again. The brunette slowly pressed Quinn's back into the mattress and hovered over her torso. Then she let her lips grace the stomach that was exposed to her. She kissed each of the scars softly. Then she helped Quinn put her shirt back on.
"Thank you for showing me." Rachel smiled brightly before the smirk turned dark. "I guess I'll let you grab my ass now."
Quinn's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Rachel chuckled as she sunk into Quinn and let the blonde wrap her arms around her, effectively spooning her. Eventually, one of Quinn's hands wandered from Rachel's waist along her hip and rested on the glorious ass that she wanted to hold for so long. She let it rest there the entire night as they let the silence lull them to sleep.
The next morning when Quinn texted her friends about Russel's…demise, she was bombarded with a lot of messages that basically said 'It's about time.' Though Puck and Santana's messages were a bit more colorful. 'Fucking coward! I wish they would have been able to revive him so that I could kill him myself.' Quinn actually smiled at those texts.
And two days later when there should have been a funeral for Russel Fabray. No one went. Judy told the city to just cremate him and be done with it. Instead, that day was spent with family and friends getting ready to say goodbye as they embarked on a future that looked a lot less dreary without such a monster in their world.
A/N: I hope you were satisfied with Russel's departure, but mostly the advancement of Rachel and Quinn's relationship both intimately and emotionally!
Up next, they have to separate for college…