A/N: Hopefully I can answer some of the questions I've raised. Good point/s by Silverfox that have actually been the inspiration for this chapter. I thank-you for that. Oh, and sorry for the shortness of last chapter, I was busy with the RP and wanted to get that up.

Oh, and it turns out I worded the last sentence of that last chapter badly. Quinn whispered that she (Rachel) didn't mean what she was saying.

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"Please don't cry Rachel. You don't mean this, but that's what makes you a good person." That made Rachel cry harder. How was she a good person? She had just slapped and was threatening to do worse to someone who was very dear to her. She was a monster.

"I'm just so angry at her right now."

"I know sweetie, I know. But this is why I want you to focus on me, okay? Just forget her for a bit and if you still want to you can talk to her once you've calmed down a bit. Just deep breaths, okay?" Rachel nodded and tried to control her breathing. She had stopped crying, but it was harder work to breathe deeply. She focused on that for a bit and forgot everything else.

When Rachel had calmed down enough, she took her focus off herself and Quinn. Unfortunately, she felt some of her rage return only a second after she took in her surroundings. Her daddy was in the room! He had just heard exactly what had happened and had done nothing! Absolutely nothing. Rachel knew Quinn wouldn't like it, but this was one of those things that had to be addressed, and Quinn wouldn't have any say.

It was probably lucky that they were having veggie burgers for dinner, or it would have been pretty hard for Quinn to eat. Rachel didn't really care though; she was pretty content in Quinn's lap right now. Turns out her initial argument had been silly as if Quinn hadn't of insisted, she wouldn't have had this closeness or this comfort. When they had finished eating, Rachel turned to Quinn.

"Can you go upstairs? I need to talk to my daddy for a bit. Alone." She added this part because she knew her daddy could hear her, and he needed to know that this was serious. It was to give him warning more than anything. This way, she would feel more triumphant when she brought him down. Not only would she make him feel bad, he will have had time to gather a defence.

"About what sweet pea?" He asked. She could tell he was slightly nervous, but then again, he deserved to be. She wasn't even sure what she was going to say. She just knew there was going to be lots of shouting, maybe some crying but definitely anger.

"I'll tell you when Quinn is safely in our room. Mandy had probably better be here to. I won't direct anything towards her, she should just hear what we have to discuss. Now, off you go Quinn. I'll be there in a few." Quinn looked mutinous, but did as she was told. Rachel waited until she heard the door close upstairs before she spoke again.

"Sit down, both of you." Hiram moved from his place over at the sink to sit at the table next to Mandy. Rachel looked between them for a second, but eventually decided to just focus on her daddy. It was easier to be less angry.

"I must start by saying that I am very disappointed in you daddy. You just let Mandy insult my girlfriend. Repeatedly. With you in the room. Look I know that you don't trust her but-"

"How do you know I don't trust her?" Hiram looked genuinely surprised by this.

"She told me. I don't know how she knows, and quite frankly, I really don't care. That doesn't mean that you can let people walk all over her in this house. I'm going to stand up for her no matter who it is having a go at her."

"Why do you care so much?" Mandy asked her.

"BECAUSE I LOVE HER." Rachel slammed her own hands over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say, well yell, that. One of the worst things about it though, is she realised it was true. She knew she fell with her heart first, but she had tried really hard to be reserved this time. It was hard seeing she was in such an emotional state around the girl and was always offered comfort, but she had tried hard nonetheless.

Now she had a big decision to make. Should she tell Quinn or not? Her daddy knew, and quite frankly, he no longer deserved to be in a place of more knowledge about her than Quinn did. It just wasn't right. She did love her daddy, but she also loved Quinn. She wouldn't be putting one before the other; they would be on evil ground.

"Are you sure?" Mandy asked. Rachel snapped.

"Shut up! Just shut up! Why do you hate Quinn so much? What has she done to you? Or is this about something that Shelby said? She doesn't know Quinn at all. She doesn't have any right to judge her." Rachel had to refrain herself from reaching over the table and punching Mandy square in the face.

"No. She told me the information, I made a judgement. Rachel I have heard many stories about this girl, not one of them good. How do you expect me to act? Do you expect me to just let her come in here and take you over like she seemingly has? I shouldn't have let her get anywhere near you in the first place."

"Oh yeah? Who did I go to when dad died? Who was with me every day for over a week? Who have I chosen? How do you think I know her? Do you think I've suddenly forgotten how she's treated me in the past? You think I want to forget? Of course I want to forget being slushied and called name. Of course I wish she had of been my friend at the start rather than take the long route. But at least she has gotten here. I can choose to be as forgiving or unforgiving as I want to be. It's up to me. Now that I know that I love her, if you do or say anything to her I swear that I will never forgive you."

Rachel decided to let that sink in. She walked upstairs to her room. Quinn was waiting anxiously on the bed just staring at the door. Rachel only had to take one look at her to tell she had heard a good deal of what had happened. It was then Rachel made her decision.

"I love you Quinn." She then run forward and took the blondes mouth with her own. It was different. Kissing her girlfriend felt much different from kissing the girl she knew she loved. Maybe it was just how she was feeling emotionally, but this kiss was so much better than usual and that was saying something. Eventually she pulled away.

"Really? Do you mean that?" Quinn seemed to be in disbelief. Rachel was a little bit too, but that didn't stop her from wanting to act out on it anyway.

"Of course I do. I would have thought you would have been able to hear me from downstairs. I'm pretty sure it would have been quite frightening for everyone else in the house to hear me yelling my love for you. It's not really the way I intended for you or myself to find out about this." Quinn hugged her.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't care about the way that I found out. The way I found out means nothing compared to what is actually being said." Rachel smiled.

"But it's not romantic this way. You always say it at the perfect times. It always makes me feel like I'm in some kind of weird dream. I mean, it's hard to believe that you like me at all." Rachel admitted as her face fell. Quinn grabbed her chin and raised it so their eyes met.

"Right now do you think that I don't feel like I'm in the best dream of my life? You don't think I feel like I'm standing on air? Rachel I've told you that I love you twice. The first time was in desperation because you were leaving me, the other was right after we had sex. Do you honestly think that your time was any worse than mine? It's not where it was said, it's why it was said." Rachel looked at her like she had two heads. "Okay, I'll make this simpler. Do you like it when I tell you I love you?"

"Of course. It makes me feel special." Rachel was failing to see Quinn's big idea here.

"So, if I were to tell you I love you in, say, a bathroom you would like it correct?"

"Yes?"

"You don't sound to certain about that."

"That's because you are confusing me. Yes I would like it if you told me you loved me in a bathroom. I would like it anywhere." Rachel still didn't get what Quinn was on about.

"Exactly. You would like it if I told you I loved you anywhere. Well, so do I. Just hearing it makes me feel special and wanted. Get it?" Rachel nodded slowly. She still didn't really understand, but if it made Quinn happy, she wasn't going to take it away. She wrapped Quinn's arms tighter around her and moved them over to the bed. She was perfectly happy to just lay with Quinn for a while. She didn't feel the need to talk or do anything. She was happy to just be with the blonde.

It was peaceful for a few minutes, but their serenity was shattered by a knock on the door. Rachel was shooting daggers at it. She had been so happy... It was slowly opened to reveal Hiram standing in the doorway looking pretty disappointed in himself. Rachel opened her mouth to tell him to leave them alone but she was squeezed by Quinn. She craned her neck to see what Quinn wanted to communicate without words. She saw that Quinn's eyes were pleading for her to remain silent. She knew this for no other reason than the blonde's eyes were soft, so basically, it was a guess.

"Rachel I just came to tell you and Quinn that I am sorry. I have been a bystander when I should have stepped in and told her she was out of line. And Quinn, I just wanted to tell you that if Rachel trusts you enough to shout out her love for you, although that is something she would do, I trust you not to hurt her now." Rachel was about to say something again, but this time Quinn covered her mouth with her hands.

"Thank-you. I'm sure if Rachel could speak right now she would be singing words of praise." Rachel continuously licked Quinn's hand, but it didn't seem to be doing anything to deter the girl. Opting for the more direct approach, Rachel ripped the blonde's hand from her mouth.

"Yes, thank-you daddy. Just make sure next time you do intervene or I may not be so quick to forgive." Rachel warned. Quinn's hand was immediately over her mouth again.

"What she meant to say was thank-you full stop." Quinn smiled. Hiram just laughed.

"See you girls tomorrow." He closed the door again as he walked away. Rachel ripped Quinn's hand away from her mouth again.

"What the hell? I was about to tell him off." Rachel said.

"That's why I did it. He's letting me stay here Rachel. And not just stay here either, in your bed. With you in it. And he knows we're together. Just give him some slack so he doesn't change his mind." Quinn said.

"In 'our' bed." Rachel could feel Quinn's frustration in her grip. "Don't give me that. It's our bed. Besides, two things. One, he isn't about to kick you out. Ever. Two, I was only going to say things that he needed to hear. I'm not putting up with anyone saying anything about you. I just won't. I don't care if you want to or not, I'm not going to let it happen."

"Rachel-" Quinn started, but Rachel cut her off.

"No. I don't want to hear it." Rachel's eyes drooped a bit when Quinn stated rubbing circles with her thumbs on her stomach.

"You know, having your tongue playing with my hand like that wasn't really very fair. Especially seeing your dad was right at the door." Rachel gulped at the sound of Quinn's sultry voice. It wasn't easy to keep her mind on what the blonde was saying when she had that voice to contest with.

"You put your hand on my mouth. I was planning on doing that with my tongue anyway." The next thing Rachel new, she was flat on her back and was pinned to the bed.

"Well maybe you should do that with your tongue now." It was then that Quinn shoved her tongue down Rachel throat. Rachel moaned. Quinn was taking control of her. It wasn't just that, Quinn had taken control of her before; this was a 'you didn't do what I wanted' kiss. Rachel still felt that she was technically right for what she was going to do. She forcefully pushed Quinn off of her and then straddled her.

Rachel fought back by shoving her own tongue back down Quinn's throat. Quinn closed her lips around Rachel's tongue and started sucking it. Rachel was fighting a losing battle. She decided to throw in the towel before she lost control over her body. She pulled back.

"You are a dirty fighter." Rachel said as she pulled away.

"'Cause you thought I was squeaky clean."