25. Futuresex/Lovesound

Quinn re-adjusted herself against the rounded stone of the fountain. She looked across at the brunette as she watched her remove the plastic cup on the lid of her coffee. Her perfectly pink lips pursed blowing a cool stream of air, rippling the dark steaming liquid. Her fingers tightened around the blue cardboard cup, absorbing its radiating warmth.

Quinn secured the sides of her black beanie hat around her ears. She was the first to speak. 'You said you had something to talk to me about…'

Rachel decided to get right to the point. 'I'm thinking of leaving NYU.'

At the brunette's words Quinn thought she might fall backwards into the fountain. 'What? Rachel, NYU is your life…'

She folded one slender black legging clad leg over the other. 'I'm thinking of switching to Columbia.'

Quinn's brain still rang with disbelief. 'I thought you loved NYU…'

'I do.' She nodded. 'I do. I still love NYU, and New York. Just with these auditions we've been doing outside college, I don't know whether I can do this anymore.' She stared down into her coffee as if it were the only thing it the world left to captivate her. 'I think I need to accept that maybe I'm not good enough anymore. Getting into NYU after getting rejected from NYADA, something in me still believed that I was good enough. But every audition I've been on in the past few weeks…' she sighed heavily 'They've all rejected me. Maybe it's time to accept that I'm not as good as I thought I was.'

Quinn's mouth fell open at what she was hearing. 'No!' she blurted out. Rachel raised her eyes looking at her confused.

'Rachel…' she sighed exasperated. 'You're Rachel Barbra Berry. You're Rachel 'gold star' Berry. Yeah, maybe you've been knocked down a couple times lately but that's not a reason to give up now. Look at you. Look at what you've achieved. Things didn't go so good with NYADA, but look how you've bounced back. You took on moving to New York. You took on NYU and you won, Rach. If you leave NYU now…you're as good as giving in…'

Rachel shook her head. 'I'm not giving in Quinn. I still want to be involved in Broadway. I'm looking into MFA Stage Management Concentration at Columbia. I still want to be in that environment, I still want to feel the excitement. But maybe I don't belong up there anymore. I'll still be there; I'll just be backstage, doing the organising.' She nudged into slim ribs. 'You know how much I love organising. I'll just be happy in the background.'

Hearing the words I'll just be happy in the background coming from Rachel Berry's mouth made Quinn laugh. Really uncontrollable, rib-shaking-type laughter. Blonde hair spilled out from beneath her black beanie brushing around her pale face as she hunched forward, shoulders trembling in amusement.

Rachel watched her in confusion. 'Quinn…? What's so funny…? Do you not think I am capable of such a challenging and intellectually stimulating course? Because I can assure you I am perfectly able...'

Rachel's inevitable rambling was cut off by the blonde sitting up straight again and shook her head still smiling. 'Oh I do believe you could do it Rach, absolutely. But you and I both know that's bullshit. The Rachel Berry I know would never be 'happy in the background', so don't even try to feed me that shit.'

Rachel went quiet at that. Something inside of her knew that Quinn was right, however much she tried to convince herself otherwise. She placed the translucent plastic top back on her coffee. 'I'm scared, Quinn.' She finally admitted, voice quieter and less confident than before.

Quinn gently rubbed the top of Rachel's back. 'I know you are Rach. But if anyone can do this, it's you. You've come too far and believed in yourself too long to stop and give up now.' Rachel swiped a finger underneath her left eye and looked across to the blonde.

'You think…?'

The blonde gave a wide smile and a confident nod. 'I do. I love your drive. You don't let what other people think stand in your way of what you want. I love you for your ambition and the way you're not scared to dream…' The blonde was interrupted when she looked across to her left and saw Rachel watching her. Quinn raised her brow in confusion. 'What…?'

A bright smile spread across Rachel's mouth. 'You…you love me…?'

'I…'

'You do.' She grinned. 'You love me…'

'Of course I love you…why would you think I didn't…?'

'In my room, when I caught you dancing…'

Quinn's eyes widened in realisation. 'When I told you to take it back…'

Rachel nodded looking down. 'You weren't ready to say it back…'

Quinn interrupted her by taking her small right hand into both pale hands and shook her head rapidly with a little chuckle. 'No, no it wasn't that. I've known for a long time that I love you Rachel; I just wanted to say it first. I wanted to find the perfect time to tell you in some sort of cheesy way they do in the movies and musicals. But then I realised there is no perfect time. I just had to say what I feel, but I still wanted to tell you first.' Rachel looked at her with an odd expression. 'It's pathetic and selfish I know…'

Rachel giggled and took Quinn's chin between the fingertips of her other hand. She shook her head. 'It's not pathetic or selfish. I love you too Quinn.'

The blonde felt giddy all of a sudden when peach pink lips brushed against hers. A vertiginous sensation took over her body; and she felt as if she were falling backwards. Rachel felt lips shift slightly away from hers; she opened brown eyes to find Quinn leaning backwards with her eyes still clasped shut. Realising what was about to happen, her right arm shot out looping around her girlfriend's back and pushing her upright again to stop her falling backwards into the fountain. Quinn's eyes snapped open at the contact, a blush growing over her pale cheeks. Rachel let out a hooting infectious laugh and took Quinn's hand.

'Come on,' she purred 'I think we'd better get you home before you fall in the lake.'

Swinging the door open with a clatter, the door slammed into the umbrella stand. The room was dimly lit, provided by the small white lamps around the room. The two girls spilled into the room, intertwined by roaming hands and lips.

Rachel slipped off her jacket easily, tossing it towards the couch. A sharp muffled sound halted Quinn in her tracks, while Rachel obliviously kept nipping the pale neck in front of her with her lips and teeth. Eyes flicked towards the couch and Quinn did a double take.

Hazel eyes went wide. 'San…?'

Kisses stopped and the shorter girl slowly turned her head. Spotting the other girl on the couch, her jaw dropped. 'Britt…?'

Quinn looked between both of the girls on the couch then back to Rachel. 'You know each other…?'

Brittany smiled sheepishly at the girls in the doorway. Rachel nodded. 'She's my roomie.'

Quinn rolled her eyes with a smile at Santana. 'Of course she is.'

She was forced backwards, sent crashing into the wall behind her. Her head sank backwards with a small thud as small hands began to roam. Lips found creamy pale skin and rose pink lips. Dark brown orbs burned into hazel, and the blonde found herself thrown off kilter. With a small smile she felt one hand slip beneath her thin green tank top and the other grab the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. She learned to breathe through her nose, not wanting to waste a moment away from those captivating lips.

Just as she was finally regaining her balance, she opened her eyes to find herself briefly facing thick locks of curly brunette hair. She moved her right hand up, curling her fist around Rachel's hair and tugged. The smaller girl's head shot back with a quiet gasp. Quinn let out a low chuckle by her ear, and felt the way the brunette trembled slightly against her. Her body was always so good at giving her away.

Rachel decided it was time to take control again. With Quinn still having one hand wrapped around her hair, she dipped her legs down, pressing her ass back into Quinn on the way up. She smirked to herself, predicting how Quinn would react. The way the blonde bucked back against her ass let Rachel knew she predicted her just right.

She ground her ass again into Quinn's front and slender fingers from the blonde's left hand fixed themselves around Rachel's hip. Quinn's mouth loved on the skin of Rachel's neck, teeth nipping and lips sucking hard. The blonde loved feeling the way that it turned the brunette on, her limbs shaking lightly.

While paying careful attention to Rachel's neck, fingers crawled towards the waistband of Rachel's black leggings. Without too much difficulty, and absolutely no protest from the brunette, Quinn was able to slip her hand below the waiting panties. Feeling her knuckles graze against the material, her fingers dipped lower searching for more. Rachel's ass pushed harder against Quinn's front, in an attempt to buck her hips further into the blonde's exploring hand.

Rachel let out a quiet gasp as two of Quinn's fingers ran against her entrance, gathering some of the waiting moisture. She groaned in disappointment when slender fingers withdrew, only for her breath to hitch when she felt those same two slippy fingers apply pressure to her clit.

A squeaky moan bubbled from her tanned throat as she felt slender fingers rub and circle her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her small tanned hand found security in gripping choppy blonde hair just behind her head.

'What if Santana and Brittany hear us…?' she managed to pant out, eyes closed, head thrown back in delight against the taller girl's dainty shoulder.

She could hear the smirk in Quinn's whisper as her fingers continued to work their magic. 'Then you'll just have to be quiet…'

She tried to fight the warming sensation beginning to pool at the base of her abdomen. 'I don't think I can…' she whispered through a guttural moan gurgling in her throat.

Quinn smiled to herself; she knew where it was heading. She withdrew her fingers, much to Rachel's protests.

Walking them over to Rachel's sizeable double bed in the middle of the room, Quinn continued kissing the smooth tanned neck while a small hand tugged and tangled in her hair.

She moved Rachel down onto the mattress, keeping the little diva on her knees facing the wall behind the bed. She managed to slip off her leggings, revealing those oddly long legs she loved to admire. She removed the obstructing panties; they were pretty much ruined anyway. She worked her hands up her spine and removed Rachel's shirt dress, her final obstacle. Rachel didn't like wearing bras much, and Quinn had never been so thankful.

Feeling the cool air around her, Rachel's skin began to ripple with small goosebumps. Gradually those goosebumps were replaced by Quinn's warm, soft mouth, tongue darting out occasionally to taste the smooth sweet skin under her fingertips. She ran her mouth over the top of the brunette's spine, over the exact point she knew would make her back arch. Her mouth continued its journey down her spine, fingers cascading over the expanse of smooth tanned skin; breezing over all of the tickle spots Quinn had grown to know. Rachel's breath grew ragged, whines and pleas slipping out between excited pants. The blonde loved hearing the girl under her beg for what she wanted.

'Quiiinnn…'

Sliding her hand back up the spine pressed into her, Quinn guided Rachel's torso down into the mattress, pushing her hands out in front of her. Quinn's left hand stayed guard over both of Rachel's palms pressed down against the mattress as she felt Rachel's elevated ass press snugly against her. She ran the nails of her right hand down over that perfect ass, eliciting a shiver and a slight moan.

That hand travelled a little further West, easily finding its destination. Rachel bucked forward feeling those two fingers rub against her entrance once again.

Quinn kissed the top of the little spine. 'You okay?' she whispered quietly.

Seeing Rachel's head thrown back in response and her back arching, she knew she was just fine. Bangs stuck to a lightly perspiring forehead; eyes clamped shut and mouth hanging slightly open, releasing small pants.

She continued her ministrations, slipping her index finger easily into the girl below her. A small grunt urged her to continue. She picked up her pace, feeling the ass against her rub faster and faster until she struggled to keep up. Changing tactic, she withdrew her finger and replaced it with two causing Rachel's face to fall towards the pillows at the top of the bed. Quinn watched over her shoulder as the brunette clamped down onto a white pillow with her teeth. The blonde picked her pace up again, slamming her fingers quicker and quicker in and out of Rachel's wetness, causing muffled moans and expletives to tumble from a tensed mouth.

Feeling Quinn's slender fingers curl within her, hitting that spot just right, Rachel's mouth released its crushing hold on the poor pillow. Her head bucked back, her whole body beginning to tremble.

'Oh my god Quinn…oh my god…oh my god…'

Taking her chants as a warning she used her left hand to trace down the front of Rachel's small body. Fingers traced and rubbed against tensed nipples, and down over abs.

Feeling the burning of the muscles in her right forearm, Quinn knew she wouldn't be able to carry on at such a pace for much longer. Her left hand slipped lower down, and finally touched against Rachel's waiting clit begging for attention. Rachel let out a loud hiss.

'Yess…right there…'

Fingers curled more fiercely inside of her, while two fingers rubbed and circled quickly over her clit.

'Oh my god Quinn…I'm gonna come…I'm gonna…gonna…'

With a swift press of a thumb and a final jerk of a hand, Rachel Berry came apart.

They collapsed in a collective heap against the mattress and Rachel wrapped her fingers around the nape of Quinn's perspiring neck. She kissed her again and again in gratitude and smiled against pale pink lips.

'We…' she panted trying to catch her breath '…are doing that…all…the…time…'

Curling into her side, Rachel Berry fell asleep and for the first time, Quinn Fabray felt an unknown shift in her life.