A.N. Well I will admit this isn't really my finest work…it feels like filler to me but perhaps it's necessary to get to the next part of the story. Or perhaps it's just my writer's block coming back with a bit of a vengeance.
Also, I've switched us back to Faberry for the time being.
Anyways, hopefully you all enjoy it!
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"Have you seen Rachel?" Quinn asked Santana the next morning.
Santana met her gaze as she slammed her locker shut. "She had a doctor's appointment this morning before school."
"Is she okay?" Quinn asked, concern coloring her tone.
Santana nodded. "Just a check up. She said she coughed three times yesterday so wants to be sure she isn't coming down with something." At Quinn's expression she shrugged. "No lie."
"How do you know all this anyways?" Quinn asked suddenly, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Santana smirked, shrugging one shoulder casually. "I was at her place last night. We made out and had dinner with her dads then made out some more. You know."
"Oh really?" Quinn asked, her arms crossing over her chest.
Santana smirked wider. "Green really isn't your best color, Q."
Quinn clamped down on her jealousy and pulled Santana into an empty classroom. "I told my mom last night."
Santana's eyes got wide as her friend's words sunk in fully. "Holy shit. Did she flip?"
Quinn shook her head, her eyes tearing up instantly. "She was amazing."
Santana grinned and pulled her into a hug. "Told you, Q. You worry too much. Feel better?" Quinn nodded. "Cool. I need you to be on top of your game here. I can't win Rachel with you being all mopey and shit. Then it'll seem like I won on a technicality or whatever."
"You're not winning her," Quinn replied with a teasing glare. "I'm totally going to sweep her off her feet and you'll be left eating our dust."
"You wish, Blondie," Santana argued back. She slid her arm through Quinn's. "Come on. Rachel should be here any minute."
"How are things between you two?" Quinn wondered cautiously. On one hand she really wanted to know what she was up against, but she had just heard Santana say that the two of them made out the night before so it was obvious that they were still on even ground.
Santana suddenly got this funny little look on her face and she shrugged. "Things are good."
Quinn couldn't help but worry just a little at the lack of information Santana was providing her, knowing it meant the other girl had really stepped up her game. She was distracted, however, when she glanced up and found Rachel heading their way.
She felt Santana pull her to a stop and the two of them waited for the diva to meet them.
"Good morning!" Rachel greeted cheerily.
Quinn grinned. "Morning, Rach."
"Hey, baby girl," Santana greeted. She released Quinn's arm and took a step towards Rachel, her hands moving to cup the diva's face to kiss her. Rachel's eyes went wide when she realized what Santana was doing and she took a panicked step backwards, frantically searching the hall around them, breathing a sigh of relief when Finn was nowhere to be seen.
"Um, what the hell?" Santana wondered angrily, a wounded look in her eye. She felt a wave of insecurity wash over her in that instant.
"Santana," Rachel said, reaching forward for the Latina's hands, only to have them yanked out of her grip. "I'm sorry. Can we please talk privately for a moment?"
Santana shook her head. "I get it. Whatever. You don't want anyone to know you're dating the school slut. Say no more. Later." With that she turned and stalked down the hall towards her first class.
Quinn watched her go for a moment before settling her gaze on the suddenly troubled diva before her. "Well, I think it's safe to assume you two shared your feelings?"
Rachel nodded absently, her gaze still down the hall where the other cheerleader had disappeared. "I know this probably isn't an ideal situation for you or Santana."
"Did you maybe forget to have that little chat with her about keeping things hush-hush at school until you can break it to Finn?" Quinn wondered, a teasing smile on her face.
At that Rachel looked guilty. "I may have forgotten to mention it. Santana kept me rather distracted."
A hot wave of jealousy swept through Quinn in that moment, knowing exactly what had kept the two of them so busy the night before. She knew that once things got to this point in their relationship that Santana would have the edge over her. Santana was experienced with girls and Quinn had absolutely zero game. It made her really nervous.
Quinn reached out and grasped Rachel's hand, smiling when surprised eyes met hers. "Friends can hold hands, Rachel."
"O-of course," Rachel stuttered with a smile, loving the way Quinn's hand fit into hers and how soft her hands were. She was so used to giant, calloused hands swallowing hers whole.
With her free hand, Quinn grabbed Rachel's books and pulled her down the hall towards her first class. She could tell the diva was still distracted. "How was the doctor this morning?"
"Wonderful," Rachel replied, perking up instantly. "I coughed three times yesterday so I had to be sure everything was alright. You can never be too careful. Especially since you were so ill and then Mr. Schue and Principal Figgins a few weeks ago."
"The monkey flu is no joke," Quinn agreed. She suddenly remembered something and pulled Rachel into the empty choir room. "I almost forgot to tell you. I told my mom last night and she was completely awesome."
Rachel's eyes got wide and she grinned, pulling the blonde into a tight hug. "I am so happy for you! And so proud of you. That couldn't have been easy for you."
"If my father catches wind of this, he'll probably kill me, but mom was awesome," Quinn replied with a bit of a grin. She noticed the diva's face fall and she pulled her into a tight hug. "Rachel, I'm kidding. Mostly. Relax, this is a good thing."
"You're right," Rachel agreed, still looking unconvinced.
"So you're okay?"
Rachel nodded quietly and remained silent until they reached Rachel's first class. "Thank you for walking me and carrying my books, Quinn."
"Anytime, sweetie," Quinn told her with a grin. "I'll see you later, okay?" Rachel nodded again and disappeared into her class and Quinn sighed heavily. She had a feeling that things were going to get much more complicated as more time passed but she had already decided that Rachel was well worth it.
XX
Rachel had decided by lunch that Santana was a ninja.
She had searched the school high and low for the other girl but she was nowhere to be found. She'd sent text messages and left voicemails for the other girl but had gotten nowhere and her heart had been aching in her chest since that morning.
With a sigh she decided to head to the auditorium with the last twenty minutes of lunch to maybe sing about something if the jazz band or AV kids just happened to be there to spontaneously back her up.
She pulled the heavy door open and walked slowly towards the stage, frowning a bit when she realized it was totally empty. She approached the stage slowly, climbing the steps and moving to center stage. She stood there staring out at the empty seats and she closed her eyes, her mind conjuring up the sounds of applause instantly and it made her smile.
"It's scary how much you belong right there."
The voice made Rachel jump and her eyes snapped open to find Santana seated leaned against a wall backstage, one ankle crossed over the other.
"I've been looking for you all day," Rachel said once her heartbeat slowed to normal pace.
One slim shoulder rose and fell in a casual shrug. "I've been around."
A sad sigh escaped Rachel's lips as she approached the other brunette and she took a seat next to her. "Santana, please let me explain." When her only response was another shrug, Rachel continued. "The situation we find ourselves in is a little more complicated than I had anticipated it might be."
"Why?" Santana interjected, unable to help herself. "I like you, Rachel. You like me. What's the problem?"
"Finn."
"Damn ogre." Santana rolled her eyes, her lips turning into a pout that Rachel found rather adorable. "Of course he would continue to salt my damn game even after he's out of the picture."
Rachel bit back her smile. "Glee club is the only reason I care, and I hope you believe that. If he quits we won't have enough members and our competition status will be in question for the rest of the year and I don't know about you, but I was really looking forward to Nationals in New York."
"You're not seriously suggesting we keep things on the DL until New York, are you?" Santana asked, looking annoyed suddenly.
Rachel shook her head. "Of course not. I just want to give him some time to process our break up before I throw my new relationships in his face." She reached out and grasped Santana's hand, stroking her thumb over the back of the Latina's hand. "I would never hide something like this under normal circumstances."
Santana nodded. "Next time fill me in before I make an idiot of myself though."
"I'm sorry," Rachel gushed suddenly, leaning into the taller girl. "Please forgive me. I would have told you last night, but you kept me rather distracted. Finn was the farthest thing from my thoughts."
Santana suddenly smirked. "What can I say? I gots game."
Rachel giggled and leaned over to press her lips to Santana's cheek. "Forgive me?"
Santana nodded, glancing around quickly, kissing Rachel gently. "Of course."
XX
"I'm worried about Kurt," Rachel said with a sigh as she looked up from her homework. She was perched on the floor next to her bed, leaning against it with her books in her lap.
Quinn, who was lying on her stomach across the bed, paused from idly playing with Rachel's hair. "What do you mean?"
Rachel's bottom lip slid between her teeth and one slim shoulder rose in a half-shrug. "I think the situation with Karofsky keeps getting worse. He's losing weight and not in a good way. Plus he's not even fighting me for solos anymore."
Quinn gave that some thought. "Should we talk to him?"
"Honestly?" Rachel said. "I kind of think it's past that point already."
"I know that face," Quinn replied with a bit of a smile as she folded her arms in front of her and rested her head against her arms so she could watch Rachel as the diva seemed to be formulating a plan.
"It's my planning face," Rachel agreed absently.
"Scheming face is more like it," Quinn teased, smiling even wider when Rachel appeared to ignore her comment off in her own world.
"What if we got the guys on the football team to talk to Karofsky?" Rachel suggested. "Maybe if we present a united front against him he'll know that if he messes with Kurt he messes with all of us."
"You think the guys will go for it?" Quinn asked, her hand sneaking out to play with a curl in Rachel's hair once more.
Rachel met her gaze, a soft smile at the blonde resuming her action, and nodded. "I know Finn and Sam haven't really been speaking to either of us lately, but if we make it clear that this is for Kurt and the team they can't really say no."
Quinn nodded. "I'll send everyone a text to meet us before school in the morning and we can talk to them then."
"Perfect," Rachel agreed. She watched Quinn type away on the tiny keyboard on her phone and she smiled, knowing she was smitten with the blonde lounging across her bed. The way Quinn's tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth in concentration made Rachel smile a bit more deviously and she shucked her books to the floor and moved to occupy the space on the bed beside the blonde.
Quinn smiled and turned her head, only to be greeted with a soft pair of lips. "Hi."
Rachel grinned. "Hi."
A moment later Quinn was distracted as text messages from the rest of the glee club started coming in and Rachel used the distraction to her advantage. She brushed some of Quinn's hair from her neck and leaned forward, barely grazing the warm skin there with the tip of her nose.
She heard the blonde suck in a sharp breath and grew bolder. She tilted her face enough to press her lips to the delicate skin below Quinn's ear, smiling when she heard a soft gasp.
Before she could even register what was happening Quinn reached out and had Rachel flipped on her back, hovering over her with a smirk. "I knew Sue's workouts would come in handy one day."
Rachel smiled and reached out to thread her fingers through the blonde locks falling around them in a curtain and she pulled the blonde's head closer so their lips finally met. At first their kisses were slow and gentle. They were both new to this and the sensation of kissing another girl was still fresh and exciting. It was soft and sweet.
A soft swipe of Quinn's tongue was enough for Rachel to part her lips to let their tongues meet and dance to a rhythm unknown. Rachel allowed her free hand to fist in the material of Quinn's tee shirt at the small of her back while the other kept a tight hold on her head.
Quinn's left arm kept her steady and secure on top of the diva below her and her right hand suddenly seemed to be moving on its own accord. It started at Rachel's waist. She could feel the diva's protruding hipbone through the material of her skirt and she decided to let her hand wander just a bit. She allowed her fingertips to dance up Rachel's side, earning a giggle against her lips. As they skimmed the side of her breast Quinn heard a gasp and she kept them moving, not wanting to push things too far. She let her hand continue down Rachel's arm, the pads of her fingers ghosting over sensitive skin of the inside of her wrist before starting the pattern all over again.
Rachel released the material of Quinn's tee shirt and her hand moved lower to move the material enough to let her fingers play upon the silky skin of the blonde's lower back. A content sigh from the body above hers told her that what she was doing was good so she let her fingers dance across that skin for a few moments before splaying flat against Quinn's body, keeping her as close as possible.
"God, Rach," Quinn breathed softly, kissing the diva deeply again.
"My thoughts exactly," Rachel agreed, their breathing suddenly picking up slightly as they realized they were on the same page.
A door slamming from downstairs jolted them from their cocoon of intimacy and they jumped apart, both swiping at their hair and straightening their clothes. Rachel slid back to the floor and pulled her books back into her lap when she heard footsteps on the stairs and a few moments later there was a knock on the door that was cracked (as per the rules).
"Rachel?" Hiram called through the crack.
"Come in, Daddy," Rachel said, tossing a smirk over her shoulder at the blonde.
Hiram stepped into the room and looked around like he was expecting something to be out of place. "Hi, girls."
"Hi, Mr. B," Quinn greeted with a winning smile.
"Hi, Daddy," Rachel replied with a smile of her own.
"How was school?" Hiram asked, leaning in the doorframe.
"Wonderful," Rachel replied.
"Wonderful?" Hiram asked, looking skeptical. He set his gaze on Quinn, mirth shining in his eyes. "How on Earth was a day in high school wonderful?"
Quinn smiled back. "It was wonderful for us."
Rachel's smile faltered at that, realizing as wonderful as her day had been it had been equally bad for her friend, and Hiram noticed immediately. "What's wrong, honey?"
Rachel glanced at Quinn, who gave her a little nod and Rachel faced her father once more. "There's a boy in our glee club and he's been having trouble with a bully at school."
"What kind of trouble?" Hiram asked.
"He's being bullied because he's gay," Quinn told him when Rachel appeared to be at a loss for words, knowing the truth would probably hurt her father. "And we're tired of it so we came up with a plan to see if we can get the bully to stop."
Hiram gazed at her for a few silent moments and his face shifted, softening slightly towards the blonde he had never really cared for. "What's your plan?"
"We're going to get the guys in the glee club who are on the football team to stand up to him," Rachel told him with a nod. "We think presenting a united front will deter David from behaving like this in the future."
"And if that doesn't work I'll make sure he never gets a date again," Quinn added with a grin.
Hiram and Rachel both laughed at that and the girls exchanged a surprised look at his laughter. He gave them both a nod. "Well I'm going to get dinner started. If you two need anything or if your Dad and I can help in any way let us know."
"Thanks, Daddy," Rachel beamed.
"Thank you," Quinn agreed.
"Quinn, you'll be staying for dinner, right?" he asked.
Quinn nodded, obviously surprised. "I'd love to."
"Excellent," he replied with a nod. "It's homemade pizza night. See you girls later."
They both waved as he left the room, pulling the door back so it was barely cracked, a sign that he was comfortable with the two of them being left alone and once Rachel was sure he was out of ear shot she squealed and launched herself into Quinn's arms on the bed once again.
"I think he likes you," Rachel told her with another squeal, planting a kiss to the blonde's cheek.
Quinn grinned, a light blush settling over her cheeks that Rachel found to be absolutely adorable. "I've never really had a dad like me before. Except Santana's."
"This is fantastic," Rachel sighed happily as she pressed her lips to Quinn's gently.
"It is," Quinn agreed. She dropped a tender kiss to Rachel's lips and then another. And another.
Needless to say the girls were distracted until dinnertime.
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A.N. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Up next we should have a bit of a confrontation with Karofsky…though it's not exactly what you might have in mind. Also dinner with the girls and Rachel's dads so stay tuned!