A/N: Surprise! No I haven't finished my thesis early, more's the pity, but yeah I started writing this and had plans to keep it fairly short because I'm still working on real life stuff and I was actually quite close to finishing the chapter when out of nowhere I started writing this fairly sizable flashback/sex scene that just overtook everything. So heads up people and crack open a window because it's about to get hot and steamy! Anyway, rather than fuss about with this and let it distract me any further I'm posting it so apologies for any mistakes, enjoy!
I should note that I am aware that there are very distinct differences between therapy, counselling, psychologists, psychiatrists etc. and everyone has their preferred pathway(s) in that respect. I have a tendency to use the terms interchangeably to reflect that.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything I'm just unleashing my imagination on these poor unsuspecting characters for fun and I'm not looking to offend anyone with my imaginings.
PETA campaign
Steve loves animals. The kids at school had thought him weird for wanting to spend his recess and lunch breaks caring for and playing with the school pets. His family had rolled their eyes that one vacation he'd come home from college and announced he was now a vegetarian. Working for PETA had been his dream, and sitting in the middle of a national park on a sunny afternoon interviewing Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray during their shoot for the new campaign, Steve couldn't be happier.
"So you guys are already involved with quite a few projects and campaigns what was it about this one that caught your attention?"
"We were on the Ellen show and we were talking and she told us about it and it just sounded like something we were both interested in, so we said yes."
Steve couldn't help but return Rachel's wide smile. He'd only ever seen her on tv before and in the couple of youtube clips of her singing that he'd found when he was doing his research earlier in the week. He'd expected her to be taller, or just less compact, but in a way he reasoned it made sense, such a small frame can't keep everything held inside so that would explain the theatricality he'd observed throughout the morning and why she seemed to wear her heart on her sleeve.
"Is this the first project like this that you two have worked on together?"
"Quinn and I have both been involved with some of the same organisations, but I suppose in a way this is the first time we've really done something together."
"How are you finding it?"
"I love working with Quinn."
He watches as they seem to gravitate towards each other at the statement until they bump shoulders and turn their heads to look at each other. It all happens in a couple of seconds and he'd feel like he was intruding except it's a wonderful moment to witness, to see two people so comfortable and happy with each other, it inspirits him for the future.
"Today doesn't even really feel like work! It's been a beautiful morning and we've just spent most of it relaxing and enjoying the location."
"Yes, I saw you out with your camera earlier Quinn."
The blonde gave him a light smile.
"She can't resist. We were talking to one of the rangers this morning and he pointed out a few things, he said we need to keep an eye out for deer and flying squirrels?"
"I think unfortunately with all of the activity around the shoot you won't see much of anything aside from people, but if you have a spare few hours and wander around the other side of the park you might have better luck."
Both girls nodded in acknowledgement.
"Rachel, I know that you're vegan, how long have you been?"
"Since I was very young. Although I did have a brief stint as a vegetarian when I first moved to New York."
"How come?"
"Pizza. My roommate led me down the path of temptation, New York pizza is amazing."
"Do you miss it?"
"Not anymore, it took a little while but I eventually found an amazing pizza place that uses vegan cheese."
"So what prompted you to be vegan originally?"
"It was just what I kept seeing on tv and reading, all these reports about the mistreatment of animals it just didn't make sense to me that these cute creatures were being hurt or killed for stupid reasons, it just made no sense."
"What is your stance on the whole bee and honey issue?"
Steve realised he may have made an error with his question when he sees a smirk appear on Quinn's face and Rachel sit more upright and forward. He sees the shorter girl take a deep breath before she begins to talk at a furious and animated pace about the points of industrial bee keeping.
It was a usual Saturday for them. Rachel had gone to New Haven to visit Quinn for the weekend and the two friends had gone out shopping for the afternoon, finally ending up in one of their regular coffee shops for a rest and caffeine hit. They were sat facing each other, a soy chai latte, a skinny macchiato, and a fruit salad on the table between them.
"Why should I be vegan?" Quinn asked, breaking the silence as she popped a grape into her mouth.
"What?"
"You've been vegan for what, ten years now, and like it just seems quite a bit of it is just fake and imitation things. Like the whole tofu scramble thing, if you want scrambled eggs just eat it, why if you don't eat eggs do you want to try and make something that looks and tastes like scrambled egg. So what's the point, if I was thinking of being vegan, why should I be?"
"I-I don't think . . . it's a personal choice Quinn. Wh- . . . Where has this come from? If you're thinking of being vegan I wholeheartedly applaud and encourage that but I can't tell you why or make you."
Quinn just shrugged.
"Just humour me Rach. Why are you vegan?"
"There's the morality of it, the slaughter and exploitation of animals, I mean the gra-"
"I know about that, what else?" Quinn interrupted with a wave of her hand, she'd heard that lengthy lecture a number of times, she wanted something new, something more.
"My voice, dairy is known to increase phlegm and mucus and affect vocal performance."
The blonde scrunched her face at the mention of bodily fluids.
"So why not just cut out dairy?"
"Because like I said it's the moral principle and standard. I can't just ignore the inhumane mass murder, genocide in fact, of whole species-"
"But they'll die anyway. I can understand the vocal thing, but the rest, what does it matter, it won't change things. Isn't it more of an issue that things are wasted, that they die for no reason?"
Rachel took a deep breath as she considered Quinn statement.
"I get what you're saying and I know my choice won't change things, but I can't be a part of something I disagree with. It feels wrong, and knowing that my choice doesn't change anything is superfluous because what matters is I've stayed true to what I believe and feel to be right. Wasn't it Ghandi who said about being the change? As a Christian surely that is a key principle you can relate to, to act and be unto others as you wish they be to you."
Quinn looked away, taking a sudden interest and fascination with the people who had just walked through the door. Rachel had this way of pushing her buttons, of summarising and posing these ideas and questions that made her think that little bit further than she wanted to. To go into those little corners of her mind that she skirted and avoided normally, she just seemed to have a way of pushing and pulling her out of her comfort zone but without judgement, she always felt safest with Rachel. Although, it frustrated her because sometimes it felt like she was back in the college counsellor's room.
Having spoken to real counsellors she'd realised one day how often Rachel used therapy-speak, statements beginning with 'I feel', succinct expression of emotions, reflecting questions. The comprehension that the other girl had in fact actually had therapy, rather than referenced it for a dramatic flourish, that Rachel had needed to talk to someone, that realisation had hit her like a punch in the gut, filling her with a mixture of emotions from guilt to anger. At the time she'd swallowed hard around the lump that had formed in her throat, pushing the feelings down and instead joked with Rachel that being friends with her was like having a second therapist. The brunette had simply made a joke back about payment methods for her services.
"I don't think I'm a very good Christian in that respect." Quinn replied softly, turning her attention from the coffee shop door back to the girl sat across from her.
It was a short statement which said a lot, speaking of the blonde's past and present behaviours. Silence fell over them as they both sipped at their drinks for a moment. Rachel could see the guilt and remorse in Quinn's face, at the way she'd behaved back in High School and also the embarrassment she evidently feels from repressing her own thoughts and feelings, choosing instead to be and act how other people expect rather than taking pride in who she is.
"No one's perfect, we all make mistakes, do things we regret Quinn. I've eaten meat and cheese, I even enjoyed it but, we just do the best we can. We don't have to change the world just try."
"Should I be concerned about you harbouring plans for world domination?" Quinn joked bring them back from those dark corners to their neutral and common ground.
"More song and dance can only make the world a better place Quinn." Rachel retorted as she reached forward to pick up her coffee again.
"And my leading it can only lead to a flawless performance and greater happiness and success for all." She added before taking a sip of her drink.
Quinn chuckled and reached for another grape.
"Quinn you're vegan as well?"
"Yes, for the last couple of years."
"Did Rachel talk you into it?"
Quinn's laughter rang out as Steve saw a red tinge colour Rachel cheeks as she took another deep intake of breath.
"Steve! I cannot believe you would suggest such a thing, I wou-"
He was glad Quinn took pity on him as she placed a hand on Rachel's knee and gave it a brief squeeze that clearly told the shorter girl to calm down.
"No she didn't. When we were in college I used to visit Rachel and I lived with her and Kurt for a while so when we'd eat and shop for food it just made sense to respect and cook everyone something vegan, and I guess it became a habit after a while. Every so often I'd read articles, and I thought about it sometimes, but it was really once I saw Rachel being involved with lots of different organisations, and was offered an opportunity myself, that I took it more seriously."
"How do you find being vegan?"
Quinn just shrugged and Steve guessed he wasn't going to get much more on the topic.
"You mentioned cooking-"
"Quinn is an amazing cook."
"Oh really, any favourite recipes?"
"I don't know about favourite recipes I like to keep trying new things, but I like to make things from scratch, like bread and pasta. They're nice and basic but you can do lots with them."
"What about you Rachel?"
"Pancakes and cookies." Quinn interjected.
"My skills in the kitchen still require some work but yes pancakes and cookies are a particular forte of mine."
Steve realises he really needs to be asking them about the current campaign and the filming they're doing today. As he moves the interview back on topic he finds himself surprised with how well read and prepared both girls are on the issues and, even though Rachel can at times be over zealous in her answers, both respond to his questions in such a natural and passionate way that he can't help but feel that this particular campaign is going to do well.
"Steve!"
He turns to see one of his co-workers waving him over and a quick glance at his watch makes him realise that he's seriously overrun.
"I'm so sorry." He hastily apologises to Rachel and Quinn, and the brunette is quick to reassure him.
"It's not a problem."
"Thank you again, so much, enjoy the rest of the shoot." He concludes as he stands to leave and with a wave is gone.
Rachel and Quinn both stand and stretch, they'd only really been talking to Steve for forty-five minutes but it had been an early morning start and the day is starting to catch up with them a little.
Rachel moves towards the blonde and wraps her arms around the other girls waist as Quinn stretches her arms above her head one last time before letting them fall back down and wrap around the shorter girl.
"I know you still eat bacon."
"What?"
Rachel felt the other girl stiffen in her arms.
"Whenever you and Santana go out, I know you eat bacon the next day."
Quinn was dumbstruck, not knowing how to deny the truth. Because it was true, whenever her and Santana got together now it usually involved going out and drinking, which inevitability meant a pounding head in the morning and the need for a real and greasy breakfast. She didn't mind being vegan, in fact it made her feel closer to Rachel in some ways, to share in her preferences and beliefs, but her and Santanas hangover breakfast had become a ritual of sorts and to be honest she doubted she'd ever be able to fully give up bacon.
"Where's this come from?"
"I was just thinking, with the questions earlier and stuff. I'm not mad. I don't mind Quinn, I know you two have your ways of doing things,"
The blonde furrows her brow in confusion.
"It really doesn't bother you? You're not mad?"
Rachel shook her head.
"The fact that you've given things up because it's important to me and you've made it important to you, especially knowing how much you love bacon. I can let the occasional breakfast with Santana slide."
Quinn relaxed back into their hold, it was a stupid thing to keep to herself, although it wasn't as if she'd hidden the fact it just never came up. She pulled Rachel closer to her for a moment before letting go and started to lead the girl towards the catering truck, intent on finding them both coffee.
"How did you know?"
"Just a hunch." Rachel shrugged but was met with an unconvinced expression and a raised eyebrow.
"Santana mentioned it, but not on purpose, she sleep talks, mumbled something about grand slam brunch and the 'Fabacon face-off' it was all quite amusing really and afterwards I just put two and two together."
Quinn could only laugh.
"You could always join us next time?"
"Oh sweetheart we both know you girls can't handle me on one of your 'wild' nights out."
Quinn swallowed hard at the memory of the last time Rachel had joined her and Santana on a night out. Quinn had learnt to loosen up a bit since High School and Santana had always been a wild one, but Rachel was just . . . maybe it was New York living, maybe it was the arts student thing, although Quinn had never seen any of the drama students at Yale get up to half the things Rachel had on nights out.
A few of the more comical events from their last night out, courtesy of Santana's tweeting, had made their way onto a few gossip websites and blogs. Much to the displeasure of Chris, their agent, who had nearly had a coronary when they'd confessed to some of the other things that had transpired. Chris hadn't been able to look them in the eyes for nearly a month and promptly banned Rachel from going on nights out with the two old High School frenemies.
"I am the fun fairy!" Rachel declared as she slammed her last shot glass down onto the table and threw her arms in the air in victory. She contemplated the addition of a brief victory dance and maybe a lap of honour around the table, but that required standing and really seeing her defeated foes splutter down their last shots in shame was enough.
"Seriously Rach, how?"
"Hey, don't be a sore loser Fagay you know the rules. Here you go Berry." Santana had quickly fashioned a wand looking thing from some straws and cocktail decorations and handed it to the other brunette.
"I hereby decree that you are officially the fun fairy and all must do your bidding least they be struck down by your mighty wand and labelled a fun sponge."
Rachel waved her new acquisition in the air excitedly before tapping Santana on the shoulder.
"I request that you get us more drinks."
"My pleasure fun fairy." Santana replied as she stood and gave a deep bow to Rachel before heading into the direction of the bar.
Rachel then turned to face Quinn who had her head in her hand and was shaking it lightly while she chuckled at the pair. The two brunettes hadn't always gotten along, but they'd worked it out. So when Quinn had gotten a text from Rachel that afternoon that her rehearsal had been cancelled, the sentence relaying it to the Latina was barely out her mouth before Santana was on the phone to the other girl planning their evening out. Since the two ex-Cheerios had graduated college they'd made it a habit that every few months Santana would come to New York to visit Quinn and the pair would hit the town.
Santana had returned from the bar, and after more shots and drinks the lure of the dance floor could no longer be ignored. The club they were in was heaving and they'd quickly lost Santana, the Latina disappearing into the crowded dance floor with a predatory smirk. But the mass of moving bodies pushed together meant that Quinn and Rachel didn't have to worry about their proximity, so when Quinn took one of Rachels hands and pulled their bodies closer no one took any notice.
The songs started blending into one continuous beat that they become lost in and Rachel finds herself just drinking in and revelling in the sight and sensation of the blonde's body against her own. The way Quinn's body moves had always held a fascination for her. Initially she'd thought it was just an appreciation for the other girl's clear natural athleticism and good posture, but she knows now it's always been so much more. Every move, no matter how innocent, sensual or pedestrian, is like a seduction. A call to Rachel to be near and touching, and even when Quinn is at her most controlled she can hear it, see it in those crisp restrained movements that scream at her to release them, to make them fluid and sinuous.
It's like a mutual sobering up when their eyes meet, but a moment later and it's like being intoxicated again, as Rachel savours for a moment the short warmth breaths she can feel against her lips.
"Think you can handle a little more fun?"
Quinn just nods her head, not trusting her voice right now as she lets Rachel lead her off the dance floor. With Rachel leading her by the hand she doesn't need to pay attention to her surroundings and instead lets her gaze and focus shift to the tightly encased ass in front of her. Quinn had gotten dressed and ready with Santana in the Latina's hotel room and when Rachel had walked into the hotel bar to meet them her jaw had dropped. The silver lace dress was beautiful, catching the light perfectly, but all Quinn could honestly see were her girlfriend's gorgeous and seemingly endless tanned legs sauntering towards her.
She feels the tips of fingers under her chin as they push up and close her mouth, and she suddenly realises they're outside the club, as her head is tilted up until her gaze meets deep brown eyes which are sparkling with mischief. She doesn't have long to appreciate them fully before Rachel's lips and body are on her and she's struggling to think.
As it swirls against her own she can taste the fruity tint from the drinks Rachel has been consuming on the other girls tongue, mixing with the sharp taste in her own mouth from the glasses of wine and tequila she's had. It's a wonderful and quickly addictive new cocktail as one of Rachel's hands runs down from its grip in her hair to one of her breasts. The rough squeeze prompts a groan, she's not sure who from, and Rachel is now nibbling on Quinn's bottom lip as one of the blondes hands moves from its position on the shorter girls waist to roam over the brunettes ass and squeeze, drawing them closer. The feel of the them flush and pressed together reminds Quinn that they shouldn't be doing this, they can't be doing this in public.
"Rach, we can't . . . might be . . . seen . . . home now." Quinn manages to get out between kisses but neither of them is making any real effort to pull away.
"We can't leave Santana . . . and I can't wait . . . I'm dripping Quinn . . . I need you . . . unless you want to go back inside . . . let me take you up against the bar."
Quinn definitely groans this time as Rachel pulls back, giving her a mischievous look before skipping to the far end of the car park with a giggle.
"Rach? Rachel, where are you going?!" Quinn whispered harshly.
She wishes she hadn't worn such high heels as she walks quickly across the uneven car park to find Rachel who is moving from car to car pulling on door handles and checking under wheel arches.
"Oh my God, Rachel wha- stop that! You can't do that!"
Her words fall on deaf ears as with an 'ah-ha' Rachel holds up a key and unlocks the dark coloured sedan. She reaches for the door to the backseat and opens it, a wide grin on her face, as she stands there like a chauffeur, gesturing and waiting for Quinn to get in.
"No. Absolutely not." She tries to state clearly and evenly, they're not publically out as a couple and Rachel's desire to have sex in the middle of a car park is a risky endeavour, even if the other girls actions have only served to turn her on even more.
Rachel pouts and in the blink of an eye she's disappeared into the car. Quinn sighs heavily as she looks around the car park to make sure there are no witnesses to her criminally insane girlfriend's antics.
"Quuiiiiiinnnnnnn. Why aren't you here?" Drifts from inside the car.
Quinn approaches the open door and as she looks in freezes at the sight before her. Rachel is laying along the back seat, dress already hitched up to the tops of her thighs, her legs spread enough that Quinn can see she wasn't lying when she mentioned her aroused state earlier.
A last look around the car park and Quinn climbs into the backseat, positioning herself above Rachel, who wastes no time in grabbing the back of the blondes neck and pulls, causing Quinn to half fall on top of her, as she mashes their lips back together.
The taller girl is positioned between her legs and Rachel spreads them wider, hitching her dress up further, as she thrusts her hips upwards to bring her clit in contact with Quinn's thigh.
"Jesus Rach you're-" The word catches in Quinn's throat at another thrust of Rachel's hips.
Quinn pushes herself up slightly on one of her arms, trying to put some space between them and hold onto some sort of rational thought. Her body however seems to have other ideas as her free hand, which had been resting near Rachel's hip, starts to trail up and along the brunette's thigh before skimming across the growing wetness of the other girl's panties. God she wants this, she's wanted it all night.
"I know you checked outside before you got in the car baby, and there's no one here, it's just you and me."
Rachel can feel the other girls hesitation and resolve dissipating. The fingers that were just skimming over the material of her panties are now exploring just under the edge of the material, running along her outer folds with increasing pressure. She pulls the other girl in for another searing kiss and as she pulls away she raises her head up until her mouth is next to the blonde's ear.
"Quinn, I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me."
She feels and hears the other girl melt and whimper at the words and there's a moment of silent tension before she hears a growl from above her and in two quick movements Quinn is biting down on her neck and pushing two fingers deep within her.
All too quickly Rachel feels the weight above her and those glorious fingers move away and she wants to scream. Nails are scratching at her hips and she looks down to see Quinn battling to remove her underwear, the backseat of the car doesn't provide much space to provide assistance and she's rethinking her footwear choice for the evening but they eventually get one leg free and it's enough for Quinn to move back on top of Rachel and return her fingers back to where she needs them.
Rachel grips the blondes hair once more, fisting it tightly as her other arm flails above her head. Quinn has set a punishing pace and every inward thrust of the blondes fingers reaches so deep it feels like the other girl is throwing her whole weight behind her fingers. Her hand is groping around above her head until her fingers find the door handle and grip on for dear life, as Quinn seems intent on fucking her into the backseat of the car.
The feel and movement of Quinn's fingers is delicious and she's hurtling towards what she knows is going to be a mind-blowing orgasm and from the desperate way Quinn is kissing her and the way the blondes free hand has found its way to grip her outstretched arm she knows the other girl is aroused beyond belief.
Rachel releases Quinn hair and lets her hand trail down between their bodies, clawing and pulling the material of Quinn's skirt until it's bunched around her waist and she can slip a hand in the taller girl's panties. She can't help but moan and buck her hips harder as her fingers run down and back up through abundant wetness, before starting to circle and flick at the other girls hard clit.
Without a hand in her hair to steady them, their kisses become sloppier. Quinn can feel Rachel's walls becoming impossibly tight around her fingers and she knows the other girl is going to come hard. She can feel her about to pull away from their kiss but she instead presses their lips more firmly together, catching the brunettes cry against her lips as her fingers are clasped in a death grip and Rachel's body hardens and shudders beneath her.
She doesn't know if it's the shakes that are running through the other girl's body or whether Rachel's still got enough presence of mind to flick her finger the two more times that are needed to push Quinn into her own release.
Her body can't support itself anymore and she lets herself collapse on top of the brunette, pressing her face into the crook of the other girl's neck as they swallow mouthfuls of much needed air. She feels Rachel's arms encircle her and her eyes drift closed as fingers run through her hair.
They just lay there basking in the afterglow when Quinn moves a hand to cover her face and releases the laugh that's been bubbling, and as soon as it's out Rachel is joining in. Once their laughter dies down and Quinn feels some strength and energy return to her limbs she props herself up slightly so she can properly see Rachel.
"That was intense, huh?" The brunette comments as she brushes a piece of blonde hair away from her view of bright hazel eyes.
Quinn ducks her head down shyly for a moment, placing a quick kiss to Rachel's skin just above the neckline of her dress.
"You Rachel Barbra Berry are a bad influence." She says as their eyes meet once more and Rachel gives her one of those amazing smiles.
"What can I say, I'm a bad ass."
They're back to laughing and then Rachel places a kiss to her forehead.
"Come on, we better get back before Santana comes looking."
It's not the most delicate of exits but they eventually both manage to get out of the car, Rachel locks it again and returns the key to its hiding place, and they attempt to straighten their appearances before re-entering the club.
"Finally where have you bitches been?"
"Er . . . erm bathroom?"
"Was there a fight club meeting in there or something, you two look a fucking mess. Scrap that I don't wanna know, I can smell the sex from here, anyways gather round ladies!" Santana yelled loudly enough to gain the attention of the bar.
"Because Auntie Tana is abouts to give y'all a lesson in the art of body shots."
The bar erupted into cheers and whoops as Santana grabbed the wrist of an unsuspecting girl passing by.
"You table. Barkeep tequila!"
"Chris wouldn't have been so mad if you hadn't left the note offering to have the car valeted."
"It was the least I could do!"
Quinn just chuckled. It was just such a Rachel thing to do, break into a car and have hot sex in the back of it without a second thought for the risks, but then leaving an apology note for the car owner and an offer to pay for cleaning. The girl had an insatiable lust for life and experience, but in a very Rachel Berry way that had Quinn at a loss for words to describe, but she loved it.
After getting coffee from the catering truck they made their way back to one of the large marque tents. The shoot was scheduled to last most of the day and when they're arrived first thing that morning there were a series of tents and various staff and crew milling around. Quinn had quickly claimed a quiet spot in one of the tents on the edge of the location so they could relax, when they weren't needed, away from other people.
Quinn grabs a blanket from amongst their stuff and leads them to a sunny spot nearby. The afternoon sunshine is pleasant, a light breeze keeping them from becoming too hot, as they get comfortable on the blanket, Rachel sitting cross-legged and Quinn resting back on outstretched hands, taking in the beautiful natural surroundings between sips of coffee.
Picnics had been a thing of theirs for a while during the first summer they were dating, the weather had been particularly hot in New York and they'd spent every available lunchtime, afternoon, or just whenever they had a spare hour, in a park. Sometimes they talked for hours, others they sat in silence while they both read a book, occasionally Kurt or another of their friends would join them, one afternoon Quinn had attempted to teach Rachel to play Frisbee. Just as her mind was wandering through those memories, the other girls voice brought her back to the moment.
"They're going to release the songs."
"When di-"
"Chris called earlier while you were in hair and make-up, the feedback was that people liked the songs so the studio is going to release one as a single to coincide with the release of the film."
Quinn just quirked her head in question, this was huge news she would have expected Rachel to be screaming it from the rooftops rather than looking at the hands folded on her lap.
"I just . . . it feels strange. I always thought my branching out into the music industry would be a cast recording or a cover album of Broadway classics, not some songs I wrote when I was filming and tired and occasionally drunk."
"It's a foot in the music industry door, does it really matter how? You've done it Rachel, you wrote some amazing songs and you deserve this."
"I know but the idea just makes me feel so exposed. I mean theatre, film, tv, it's all acting, it . . . it's a role and obviously I put some of myself into it but I'm still being someone else . . . those songs, they're me."
Quinn reached out and took one of Rachel's hands, just holding it as they sat in silence for a few minutes.
"I don't really have any words of wisdom here Rach."
"Not even a witty quote?" Rachel asked with a teasing grin.
"No, not today." Quinn chuckled.
"Look, we both know I'm not the best person for putting their thoughts and feelings out there sometimes, and so I can understand you feeling nervous about this, but I mean it when I say you deserve this success. I know you'll say I'm biased and not being objective, but those songs are amazing, and if the focus groups and the studio and whoever else are all saying that as well then . . . I don't know . . . but you wrote these songs and people are actually going to want to buy and hear them because they like you and they like your music. Sweetheart, whatever people think, whatever they say, you always put your heart and soul into whatever you do and you'll have done your best and I'm not sure I'm really helping here . . ."
She sighed in exasperation and ran her free hand through her hair, unsure of what she was trying to say or what advice she could really give her girlfriend, and then suddenly Rachel is leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss to her lips.
"You always help."
Quinn felt the light heat of her own blush and ducked her head to focus on the blanket they were sat on. A giggle and movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and as she looks up Rachel has shuffled beside her and arms are encircling her torso and a head of brunette hair is tucked against the curved of her shoulder and neck. It takes her a couple of seconds to adjust to the weight now resting against her, and she wishes she could hug the other girl back properly but Rachel seems content in their position if the little hum her ears pick up is any indication. Instead she settles for places a quick kick to the other girls forehead and nuzzling her cheek against the soft brunette hair.
A/N2: Oh my God, my days are a sea of statistical outputs, graphs and bibliographic hell, reviews and comments will be like a shining beacon of wordy light.
Like I said at the start I really have no idea what happened with this chapter, it just seemed to take on a life of its own a little bit.
On that note, I'm not quite sure when I will post the next chapter, it'll probably be around the start of October. As I've said do not fear there is plenty more to come, but my deadline is quickly looming and I also have to help close up the exhibition we've had on at work, so yeah priorities suck.
