Title: What Doors May Open
Pairing: Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just having a little fun.
Summary: AU. Rachel comes out as gay after dumping Finn. People slowly start to find out and, when Head Cheerio, Quinn Fabray finds out, Rachel knows her life will never be the same again.
As soon as they crossed the threshold to her room, Rachel spun around to take the heavy bag of books from Quinn. "I'll take these," she said brightly, still giddy that Quinn was there. She unzipped the bag and pulled her own books out, leaving Quinn's inside.
When she straightened she found Quinn in basically the same place she was moments ago, surveying Rachel's room.
"Do you like it?" Rachel asked.
"It's very…you," Quinn answered with an amused edge to her voice.
Rachel crossed her arms. "I hope that's a compliment."
Quinn walked further into the room with eyes dead set on Rachel. "You should lie down."
Her arms slowly uncrossed as her curiosity piqued. "Why?"
Quinn's Cheerio duffel bag hit the floor with a thud. "Because you're sick."
Rachel rolled her eyes all the way to her bed where she wrestled out of her robe, feeling feverish or hot and bothered—she couldn't be sure. Quinn was standing there in the middle of her room in a Cheerios uniform, shrugging nonchalantly out of her letterman. It harkened back to those two, three, several…thoughts she had had about Quinn months ago. Only this was so much more than that and so were they.
She patted the space beside her with an encouraging smile as she scooted over to make room. "Come sit down."
Quinn hesitated, her gaze sweeping over Rachel's body. She bit her lip in contemplation, looking anxious as she sat down.
Sensing Quinn's sudden nervousness, Rachel sat up and grabbed her hand. "Quinn?" she said quietly.
Quinn stared down at their hands for a moment before looking up towards Rachel.
"Just because I'm topless and lying on a bed doesn't mean you have to do something you're not ready for. I've been in a bra all day because I've had a fever and I've been hot," Rachel explained slowly. This was the president of the celibacy club she was speaking to, and the last thing she wanted was for Quinn to be uncomfortable. Rachel prided herself on respecting Quinn's celibacy vow unlike Puck, and she wanted to keep it that way no matter how excited she was to have Quinn in her room.
Quinn took her bottom lip between her teeth for a long moment. She released it in a puff of air that bordered on frustration as she pursed her lips. "It's…not that," she said slowly.
Rachel scooted closer. "Then what is it?"
Quinn shrugged and looked away as she stood from the bed. "Doesn't matter. You have mono anyway." She stopped moving all together and turned to Rachel slowly, disbelief widening her eyes into panic. "Did you kiss me while you have mono? Berry!"
Rachel winced. "I don't. Not…really." She sighed. "It's actually a just a common cold that I thought was mono. But my father, a doctor, informed me otherwise."
Hazel eyes narrowed as Quinn watched Rachel suspiciously. "So, you don't really have it?"
With a smile, Rachel shook her head and scooted over. "Come lay beside me."
"It's just a cold?"
"Just a cold."
Quinn took hesitant steps closer to sit on a corner of Rachel's bed. "And I won't catch it?"
Her smile widened into a grin at the thought that if Quinn was really that worried, she wouldn't have visited. "Most likely not. And if you do, you'll only be out of school for a day."
"I'll have you know," Quinn began as she leaned over the bed to take her shoes off, "that I have a perfect attendance record that I don't want you screwing up for me, Berry." She turned back around with a cocked eyebrow that made Rachel warm all over.
"I'll be sure to sign you in to all of your classes. It'll be like you were there all along," Rachel said, eyes widening in wonder as Quinn reclined on her bed. She tucked both of her arms under her head and rested on Rachel's pillows.
Quinn looked…mildly uncomfortable as she stared up at the ceiling with thin eyebrows bunching, legs crossed at the ankles, and entire body tensed. Rachel twisted her fingers into her bed sheets as her gaze lingered on the flat plane of Quinn's abdomen. She cleared her throat, snapping her gaze up to Quinn's. "I just—I really wanted to reiterate how sorry I am about what happened at your house," Rachel said quietly. "I didn't know…"
She trailed off as Quinn sat up to face her, looking even more uncomfortable as she tugged on the short sleeve of her Cheerios uniform. Lips pressed firmly together, Quinn stared at Rachel for a long moment before her gaze dropped to the bed sheets. "I think my mother is waiting for me to say something."
"To say that you're gay," Rachel supplied as she watched Quinn carefully for any signs that she didn't want to be having this conversation.
Quinn shot her a wry look, then rolled her eyes. "If anything, I would tell her I was bi."
Dark eyebrows bunched in confusion at Quinn's statement. "But you're…not, right?" Rachel asked, perplexed. Quinn had been throwing her mixed signals for months but she had inadvertently stated on more than one occasion that she was a lesbian.
Quinn shrugged. "You're the only girl I've dated, Rachel." She shifted on the bed, running a hand through her hair in a nervous tick as her eyes darted from Rachel to a nearby wall.
Her mind tripped and fell over the last of Quinn's statement and everything else seemed to melt away as she focused on that. "Are-are we…?" she asked, voice barely a breath as her lungs collapsed in on each other in breathless excitement.
Quinn stopped moving all together, then she straightened, turning to look at Rachel. "Are we what?" she asked intently.
A shoulder bounced up and down in a demure shrug as her gaze lowered. "It's just that, well, everyone already calls you my girlfriend, and—"
"Everyone?" Quinn hedged with anxiousness lacing her voice as she leaned forward. "Who's everyone?"
Rachel quickly looked up to lock eyes with her. "Not everyone as in the entire school population. Everyone as in…Finn, and Kurt, and Brittany and Santana." She took a deep breath. "My fathers."
"You're wonderful at keeping secrets," Quinn replied sarcastically.
Rachel's gaze never wavered as she carefully stated, "I'm not ashamed of us."
A tiny gasp escaped Quinn as she leaned back to her side of the bed, deflated. "I'm not ashamed," she said quietly. "It's just—"
"I know," Rachel assured, voice just as quiet and soft. She reached out and grabbed Quinn's hand from where it was pressing deeply into her bed with mounting frustration and warring ideals.
"I just don't want them to know," Quinn continued in that same voice that was a far cry from the domineering and intimidating Head Cheerio of McKinley High. This was the girl who Rachel finally got to see after months of false bravado and teasing glances that held so much more than she could have ever predicted.
Whether Quinn was speaking of her parents or their peers, Rachel wasn't sure. Probably both. She nodded with a small shrug of agreement, because as proud of a person as she was, she didn't want the school at large to know about her sexuality either. That would just be one thing added to the laundry list of characteristics that apparently made her a social outcast of the school.
Her thumb stroked soothing circles along the back of Quinn's hand. "They don't have to know. This can just be between us."
Quinn was quiet for a long moment, her face in a concentrated frown as if she had a tallying machine in front of her and was currently adding up the worth of their relationship. Then, she smiled, closed lipped and faint. "They say you're mine, too."
Rachel giggled, abrupt and happily while covering her mouth with her unoccupied hand, and Quinn smiled the barest hint wider as she peered at her through endlessly long eyelashes.
She could feel warmth spreading low in her stomach from the way Quinn was looking at her, and, with a tight swallow, Rachel asked, "Am I? Your girlfriend, I mean."
Quinn sucked in a deep, scandalized breath and held it, as if this question was a surprise, as if Rachel hadn't been coaxing her into a formal relationship for months. "And this is…this is what you—"
"I want to be your girlfriend, Quinn," Rachel stated boldly with slow patience. "Do you want to be mine?"
"Yes," Quinn exhaled shakily, inhaling one ragged breath after another.
As soon as the word left her mouth, Rachel rose up on her knees in eagerness she hadn't felt all day and leaned forward. "Seriously?" she whispered. "We're-we're doing this? We're girlfriends? You're mine and I'm yours?" she babbled as she leaned closer until her big, expressive eyes shining in delight were all Quinn could see.
Quinn's lips pulled into a thin smile as Rachel edged closer. She brought a hand up to smooth dark locks of hair from Rachel's face and twined her fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, smiling in amusement at the impatient way Rachel waited for a confirmation. "We're together," she breathed softly, tracing Rachel's jawline and down her neck with her eyes. "Okay?"
Rachel nodded enthusiastically, heart thumping so harshly she could feel it in her ears. "I can't believe this," she whispered as she leaned even closer. When Quinn's fingers tightened in her hair, she took it as a go ahead and leaned forward to connect their lips fully.
Quinn immediately buried both hands in Rachel's hair and pulled her closer. She pulled on Rachel's bottom lip with her teeth, then made a groan of annoyance and pulled back, face twisting. "Gross. You're sick," she muttered.
Flopping back down on the bed with a sigh, Rachel couldn't help but run her tongue along her lower lip to soothe the sting as she eyed Quinn through her eyelashes. "It's not that bad," she explained, voice teetering on a whine in order to get Quinn to understand. "You won't get that sick."
Hazel eyes shined in amusement. In a quick turn Quinn went from being beside Rachel to straddling her effortlessly with a cruel smirk at the way Rachel sucked in a gulp of air like it was going out of style.
She was the perfect image of a wolf in sheep's clothing, an angel with a little demon in her that made Rachel love her all the more as she sat up and cupped Quinn's cheek with a soft whisper of, "Take your hair down."
Rachel had grown to love this particular fallen angel because she would blush with all the virtues she had like right now as she peered directly at Rachel with fire in her eyes, drawing a hand up into her hair and working it until luscious blonde locks tumbled free down her shoulders.
A shy smile blossomed on Rachel's face. "I like your hair when it's down."
Quinn hummed, looking contemplative as if she was filing that fact away for later as she leaned in closer. "Lay down," she whispered when their foreheads touched.
Stifling a shiver down her spine, Rachel gave a small smile. "Okay, but just one thing?"
Long fingers rested lightly on her stomach as Quinn's once preoccupied gaze snapped up to hers. "What?"
"Could you—" She licked her lips nervously as a blush began to darken her cheeks. "Could you maybe…call me your girlfriend?"
"Rachel," Quinn sighed.
"Just, like—'hey, girlfriend', or—"
"No." Quinn frowned. "That's embarrassing and stupid."
She seemed to deflate back to the bed at Quinn's words. "Even when it's just us?" She folded her arms across herself, looking away as hurt flashed over her features.
Quinn was eerily silent for a moment, and they both sat there unmoving. Then Rachel felt thin hands grasp her wrists, pulling her arms away. She looked up just in time to find Quinn pushing her back onto the bed. She looked down at Rachel with determined frustration, cheeks dusting pink as she leaned in closer. She pushed the entire length of her body against the one below her and Rachel gasped languidly at the feel of soft curves touching her everywhere. Quinn cupped the side of her face opposite where she was currently tonguing the shell of her ear. She licked to the tip then closed her teeth down on the sensitive flesh until Rachel whimpered. "You're my girlfriend," Quinn whispered in her ear, voice a low, husky drawl.
"Kiss me," Rachel replied urgently as soft lips burned a trail across her cheek and down her jawline.
"I am."
"On the lips," Rachel stipulated.
"No."
"Quinn," she whined.
Quinn puffed out a breath on the underside of her jaw and Rachel shivered. "You're sick." Her lips curved into a smirk. "So, I just won't kiss you on the lips." As if to prove her point, she buried herself into Rachel's neck, pressing searing kisses against her flesh that had Rachel squirming on the bed.
Hissing in a breath when Quinn teeth closed in around her collarbone, Rachel stared deliriously at the ceiling, her ceiling. Quinn was in her bed…placing a hickey along the edge of her sports bra it seemed. Her hands clenched together at her sides before she grabbed at Quinn's waist, tugging until Quinn was fully on top of her, breast to breast and hip to hip in a way that made her moan softly.
With a tight swallow, Quinn rested one hand against the bed, curving her other high on Rachel's waist as her questing lips hesitantly traveled downwards. She slowed, her lips brushing Rachel's bra, then she pulled away to stare up at Rachel.
Rachel peered down at the Quinn's cheeks flushed a rosy red in what was probably equal parts embarrassment and arousal if what was going through her mind was what was flowing through Rachel's as well. Her nipples, stiff and at full attention, burned holes through her sports bra, and Rachel tipped her head back in embarrassment as Quinn's gaze dropped to them.
"You can—" She blinked rapidly at the ceiling, wondering if she should say what she wanted to or not. Feeling incredibly shy about asking her new girlfriend, the president of the celibacy club to please fondle her breasts, Rachel instead reached down, grabbing the hand curled tightly around her waist and slowly peeling long fingers away. With her hand covering Quinn's, she dragged them both slowly up her body. They bypassed her ribs and her breath hitched as their hands trekked higher until Quinn was cupping her breast. The palm of her hand applied the lightest pressure and the fabric of Rachel's bra dug into her nipple until she moaned.
Quinn's wide eyes drifted from her hand cupping Rachel's breast up to her face, flushed cheeks and eyelashes fluttering shut on them. "This feels good, then?" she whispered, giving the round flesh in her hand a tentative squeeze and smirking at the way Rachel arched into her hand.
"Really good," Rachel breathed, lying back to rest on her pillows and luxuriating in the way Quinn touched her. A moan rumbled in her throat as soft lips appeared there again, teasing Rachel into a frenzy as a carefully placed thumb rubbed excruciatingly slowly across her nipple.
Rachel buried a hand in Quinn's hair, twisting the other one into the bed sheets as Quinn gripped her breast more surely than she had seconds before. She was a fast learner, it seemed. Full pouty lips spanned across her neck and collarbone with a gentle care that felt oddly new. Rachel felt her chest expand with warmth separate in emotion from the warmth shooting down between her legs. She took a deep breath, her fingers going from digging into Quinn's scalp, to running affectionately through blonde curls. "I love you," Rachel whispered.
The insistent kisses dotted along her neck slowed until Quinn pulled back enough to sigh against her skin. She pulled back fully with pensive features as her murky green eyes met Rachel. "What does that feel like?"
"Beg pardon?" Rachel blurted out in confusion, suddenly feeling cold as Quinn rolled off of her.
Quinn lied on her side, head propped in her hand as she regarded Rachel evenly. "You keep saying you love me."
Rachel nodded, still resting back against the pillows. "I do."
"What's that like?" Quinn reiterated. "What do you…feel that makes you say that, I guess is what I'm asking?"
"Didn't you love Finn?"
Quinn shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Her lips pursed in thought. "I told him I did," she said slowly. "But I just—what I feel for you I didn't really feel…for him," she finished stiltedly, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyebrows danced nervously along her forehead.
Rachel smiled. "What do you feel for me?"
"I asked you first," Quinn snapped back with a serious frown that kind of looked adorable in the context of this moment.
Taking a deep breath, Rachel rose to mimic Quinn's position, resting on her side. "I just—I think about you a lot," she admitted. "And it makes me feel really warm. Like, right here." She placed the palm of her hand against her chest, resisting the urge to roll her eyes when she realized she was doing what Finn had done months ago the day they had had that picnic in the auditorium. "My heart beats fast. You make me smile." As if to prove her point, her lips curved into a small grin all on their own. "You make me think."
Quinn arched an eyebrow at that comment.
"You-you challenge me in ways that no one else does, and I appreciate that. You teach me things—like geometry, and how to apply eyeliner, and what it really feels like to be in love with someone." Her breath shuddered out as she held Quinn's gaze unwaveringly. "And I—when you kiss me…I feel hot all over. And I get—I feel—"
"What?" Quinn whispered, a flicker of arousal and wonderment showing in her eyes though her lips were pressed together reservedly.
"I get wet," Rachel admitted quietly, shrugging a shoulder as her face began to warm over. She fidgeted where she lied on the bed as that particular feeling began to make itself more pronounced, sticking to her as she watched Quinn lick her bottom lip. "I get so excited just to be able to touch you and kiss you."
Quinn licked her lips again, a flush creeping down her neck. Her head dipped to make her appear almost bashful as she scooted the tiniest bit closer. "Finn would—" She cleared her throat with a roll of her eyes. "He would tell me that he was hard," she whispered. Rachel's face scrunched up at where this conversation was heading, but she didn't interrupt. "And I would hate it, hate knowing that about him." Quinn's face balled up until she was unconsciously mimicking Rachel's. "It was gross."
Catching on, Rachel's lips parted into an O of understanding. Then she grimaced, asking, "Did what I say—"
"No," Quinn cut in. "No, it was—it wasn't gross."
Rachel almost smiled. "Then what was it?"
Quinn scooted closer until their lips brushed. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Rachel's lips. "Are you wet now?" Quinn whispered.
Rachel whimpered at the question and the devastating tightening low in her gut that caused her to clench her thighs together. She breathed in an overwhelmed breath, eyes clenched shut as she wondered if one look at Quinn would send her spiraling into an embarrassing orgasm. She felt the fleeting press of soft lips on her cheek and smiled a little at how affectionate the action was. How Quinn could flip-flop between an innocent girl and a seductive vixen made no sense, but Rachel's stomach flip-flopped right along with it.
Her eyes fluttered open after she had the chance to collect herself, and she greedily took in Quinn's flushed face framed by her hair, down to her heaving chest, flat stomach, and the tops of her thighs. "Are you?" she countered when her gaze ran back up to the obvious arousal in Quinn's eyes.
Quinn swallowed thickly. "I am," she admitted.
"Can I—would you like to make out?" Rachel suggested. "Again? It could alleviate any form of tension you may be feeling, and—"
"Okay," Quinn breathed. She backed away from Rachel and lied down on the bed, blonde hair splaying across Rachel's pillows as Quinn stared at the ceiling.
Rachel watched, utterly befuddled as to what was happening. Her eyes narrowed. "I'm a bit confused as to—"
"Rachel," Quinn began patiently, though not really because there was an edge to her voice that made the hair on the back of Rachel's neck stand on end. "Come here."
On her hands and knees, Rachel crawled closer until she was hovering over Quinn. Understanding began to dawn on her as Quinn reached forward and grabbed her hip with a familiarity that only made her hotter. "You want me to…" she trailed off as she rose, hiking a leg up and lifting it, leaning over Quinn until she was straddling her hips. "Oh," Rachel sighed, moaned in understanding as she settled flush against Quinn.
Her eyes fluttered open once she had the chance to realize they had shut in pleasure and she looked down to find Quinn below her; she looked…small at this angle in a way that made Rachel feel empowered, but also called upon a need in her to protect her…her girlfriend.
"Do you feel the same way?" Rachel asked suddenly as she stared down at Quinn's slowly relaxing form. Hands hovered about her waist for a moment before Quinn finally settled them there with permanence.
Quinn looked up at her with openness in her eyes Rachel had never seen that squeezed her heart. She nodded, lips pressed firmly together as if even after all this time she was still trying to keep a well kept secret.
Rachel leaned down, resting their foreheads together as her hair cascaded around them to create a dark curtain, blocking out the rest of the world. "I love you," Rachel assured with a sweet smile. When Quinn echoed with one, she grinned. "Say it back?"
Surer hands and long fingers rubbed down her bare back absentmindedly, pressing the pads of gentle fingertips into her skin as Quinn stared up at her. She huffed out a breathless laugh, sounding incredulous at the situation she had found herself in. "I do," she whispered. She heaved a deep breath, chest rising and falling in a way that was distracting, but Rachel was nothing if not attentive as her gaze trained on darkened hazel eyes and those eyes alone. "I love you," Quinn said softly.
Relief and overwhelming affection poured into Rachel. Without a word more, she swooped down on an unsuspecting Quinn and crushed their mouths together with brutal force, sickness be damned. A muffled yelp of surprise left Quinn as she was finally being the one kissed into the mattress within an inch of her life. Rachel pulled back enough to giggle at the sound until Quinn nipped harshly at her lower lip, curled a hand around the back of her neck and forced her back down. Rachel kissed her fully, melding their lips together as she grabbed the edge of the mattress. She realized after a moment of sucking on Quinn's upper lip that she was the one who was controlling this kiss. And after months of kissing Quinn and learning what she liked, Rachel wanted nothing more than to be able to put it into practice at her own pace.
She was in control. She was on top this time and now understood why Quinn loved this position so much. From the top of the pyramid, to straddling Rachel's thighs, Quinn loved this position and Rachel was starting to love it, too.
Luxuriating in the ragged puffs of breath against her mouth, Rachel dipped lower to take a full bottom lip between her teeth. She sucked on it softly until a slow groan left Quinn and shot down Rachel's arched spine. Blunt nails raked down the back of her neck and she shivered with a broken whine as Quinn's fingers began to travel lower, creating ticklish sensations down her back. Rachel pulled away enough to breathe then dove right back in, dragging her tongue along the seam of Quinn's lips.
With a soft moan, Quinn's lips parted and Rachel slipped inside, groaning when kiss-plumped lips closed in around her tongue and sucked. She shifted to the right, straddling Quinn's thigh as she placed a warm hand on her waist. Fusing their lips together once more, Rachel pulled back, panting for breath as her hand rose along Quinn's ribcage. "Can I touch—here, too?" she whispered, voice surprisingly steady as she regarded Quinn.
Predictably, Quinn went silent, but for a short, eager nod that Rachel smiled at. "Under the shirt?" she went on to confirm.
Quinn flushed, eyes narrowing in a glare. "Just make sure you follow the rules, eavesdropper."
Rachel nodded happily with an amused grin, leaning down to kiss her in reassurance as her hand rose higher to cup Quinn's breast. Her entire body melted into Quinn at the feel of it, soft and firm, yielding submissively in a way that Rachel would have never described any inch of Quinn. Yet she had found something, a part of her that could be easily manipulated, and could manipulate all of Quinn as well.
It drove Rachel absolutely wild.
Her breast fit rightfully into her hand, no bigger than Rachel's own, and the familiarity was charming. And the lightest, breathy sounds of desperation would pour from Quinn's pouty, normally commanding, but now beseeching lips as she squirmed under Rachel. Her palm flexed out to encompass the entirety of Quinn's breast and, experimentally, Rachel curled her fingers in, gripping all of it and Quinn moaned sharply, blunt fingernails raking down Rachel's stomach.
The dull throbbing between her legs had increased to an ache as she watched a myriad of emotions cascade along Quinn's normally guarded face. She suddenly felt like she was intruding and buried her face into Quinn's neck with a whimper of surprise when Quinn's thigh brushed between her legs.
"Feel good?" Quinn breathed, cradling Rachel's head and placing a supportive hand behind her back as she lifted her thigh to rub against her again.
Rachel groaned into her neck, biting on her lower lip as her thumb brushed across a pebbled nipple. "Really good." She felt herself clench against nothing as her hips instinctively rocked against Quinn's thigh.
"Do you think you can—" Quinn broke off with a groan when Rachel pressed against her with more purpose. "You're so—"
"So what?" Rachel whispered breathlessly. She had long ago abandoned trying to kiss along Quinn's neck and just settled for breathing warm puffs of air against her that caused Quinn to break out into goosebumps.
"Just—I don't even know."
"Try."
Quinn's throat worked with effort to swallow. Then her eyes slammed shut at the feel of cooled fingertips touching the overheated flesh of her abdomen. She moaned, twisting under Rachel as a hand rose to cup her breast.
It was a tight fit, trying to work a hand under an already too tight, titillating cheerleading uniform, but Rachel was determined by nature. A taut, pebbled nipple dug into the palm of her hand in earnest as she massaged Quinn's breast through her bra.
"This is—it feels like too much," Quinn panted.
Rachel pulled back until she could see Quinn's face clearly. The sight of Quinn looking completely unhinged with dark, heavy lidded eyes, rosy pink cheeks, and swollen lips parted to take in air caused Rachel to gush. "Do you want to stop?" she whispered, oddly hoping Quinn would say no, though she didn't really know what the alternative to not stopping would be.
Quinn huffed out a small laugh. "Not really."
"Rachel, I'm home!"
They both froze at the sound of Leroy calling to Rachel from downstairs. Quinn body went ram-rod straight as a look of terror crossed her features.
"Who's here?" Leroy continued. "There's a red car outside—it's not Finn, right? Didn't think his mom would buy him that. With his inability to drive and all…"
Rachel groaned in annoyance at her father's rambling, rolling off of Quinn and onto her back on the bed. Quinn sat up immediately, swinging her feet onto the floor and standing up from the bed.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asked as Quinn walked over to the other side of the bed, back stiff with tension.
"I have to go," Quinn said brusquely.
"No, you—" Rachel scrambled off the bed towards Quinn as she reached down to get a shoe. She reached out for Quinn's arm and tugged her closer, taking the shoe out of her hand with a reassuring smile. "You don't have to be scared."
"I'm not."
Rachel shot her a knowing look. After dealing with this side of Quinn for a few months now, she was able to pick up on all of the signs. "My fathers are very accepting people, Quinn. They're not mean, or judgemental, or—"
"My parents?" Quinn guessed with an arched eyebrow.
Rachel clamped down on her bottom lip at the comment, choosing not to reply. It was proving a difficult feat, but she was learning. "Just…come downstairs with me."
"Rachel...you here?" Leroy intruded from downstairs.
Quinn's gaze darted to the open doorway. She shifted uncomfortably, fretting with her hair as she puffed out a long breath.
Rachel turned behind her to the door. Looking back at Quinn, she flashed a small smile before hurrying over to it. "I'm here, daddy!" she yelled back. "Give me a moment, please!" She grabbed the handle of the door, closing it behind her and locking it in a way she knew Quinn would appreciate. Proud, pale shoulders loosened in tension almost immediately, and Rachel smiled as she walked back over to her. "Will you stay?" she asked hopefully. "You can stay in here and prepare for as long as you want to. Then we can go out and meet my father. Together."
Quinn's eyebrows rose along her forehead at the sight of Rachel's wide, earnest eyes beseeching her to stay. "Rachel—"
"Please, Quinn? My fathers are harmless, show tune loving people who couldn't hurt a fly."
The corners of Quinn's mouth ticked upwards. "They're you."
"They're me," Rachel agreed with an echoing smile. "Well, technically I'm them—or one of them since one of their sperm provided me with life. I don't know which one is my real dad, but I appreciate the mystery—"
"I'll stay to meet him," Quinn cut in, raising her voice over Rachel in an attempt to be heard.
Rachel's face split into a wide grin and she wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist with a tiny squeal. "Wonderful!"