Chapter 28

I just had to kick Hayley and Jess out of my room again. I mean seriously? Jess' roommate dropped out so she has a single but I have to keep walking in on them!

Rachel chuckled at Quinn's latest message. She knew her girlfriend was still not used to seeing the devilish Jess all over her innocent roommate. Rachel was lying on her own bed and Kurt was out with some friends. She bit her lip and figured it was worth a shot.

So you have the room to yourself now?

Yeah, why?

What are you wearing?

Rachel Berry, are you doing what I believe you are?

If you mean sexting you, then you would be completely correct.

Rach…

Quinn, please. I miss you so much and I could use your help. Talking to you would be a million times better than just fantasizing.

Can I at least call? I don't want to type all of this stuff out.

:)

Rachel stripped off her clothes and waited patiently, knowing it was going to take Quinn a few minutes to get her confidence up to actually dial the number. The phone finally went off and Rachel answered in a sultry voice.

"So now will you tell me what you're wearing?"

"Rach, this is so awkward I have no idea what I'm doing."

"I'm naked, Quinn." She heard the blonde moan softly on the other end of the line.

"Yeah?" was all that Quinn could croak out.

"Oh yeah. My fingers are playing with my hard nipple and I'm already wet just thinking about you getting naked too." Rachel heard rustling as Quinn pulled off her own clothes. "I'm imagining it is your fingers that are teasing me."

"Me too, baby. Your hands are all over my nipples while your mouth sucks at my neck."

Rachel bit her lip as she imagined Quinn's porcelain skin under her own tanned fingers.

"God, I want you inside of me, Rach," said Quinn huskily into the phone.

"Not yet, baby. My fingers are teasing your hole as they run through your wet folds until they reach your clit. I start rubbing slow circles on it." Quinn moaned at Rachel's words and her fingers automatically followed the directions.

"Fuck, I'm so turned on. I want to push my finger deep inside of you. You're so wet and I put it out, closing my mouth around my dripping finger so I can taste your juices." It was Rachel's turn to moan, which caused Quinn to speed up the fingers that were rubbing her own clit.

"I climb on top of you and thrust two fingers into you. Your walls are so tight around me. You're so wet and I'm fucking you as I grind against your thigh, letting you feel how wet you're making me."

"I'm so close," said Quinn, panting.

"Come for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name." Quinn moaned loudly and Rachel sped up her own fingers, quickly approaching her own orgasm.

"Fuck…oh, God…RACHEL!" yelled Quinn as she fell over the edge. With one more hard thrust, Rachel hit her own climax, moaning Quinn's name over and over. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she withdrew her hand and listened to Quinn's heavy breathing on the other end of the line.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Thank you for trying this with me."

"If I had known how awesome it is, I would have done this a long time ago," responded Quinn with a giggle.

"I wish we could stay and pretend to cuddle too, but I really should work on my manuscript. I'll call you later to say goodnight."

"Alright, Rach. I love you."

"Love you too, Quinnie, so much."

Rachel wished she could just rollover and take a nap, but forced herself off the bed and got dressed. She took Quinn's WMHS cheerleading sweatshirt out of her drawer and pulled it over her head. It was a little baggy on her and she snuggled into it. Finn's sweatshirts had always been enormous on her and he only let her borrow them when he was trying to cover up her sexier outfits at school. It gave Rachel yet another pro to add to her mental list about why dating Quinn was the better option. Just behind the mind-blowing phone sex, of course.

Quinn rarely touched herself, though she had to admit that being away from Rachel had exponentially increased the rate of occurrence. It was like she couldn't get enough because the brunette was constantly on her mind. She had rarely felt the need to take care of herself after the long make out sessions with her boyfriends, and most of the time she could solve that problem with a cold shower instead. But just the sound of Rachel's voice made Quinn hot with desire. She really wanted to get off again just thinking about her conversation with Rachel, but glancing at the clock she realized that she only had enough time for a very quick shower before meeting up with Derek.

Derek was sitting at their usual table inside the coffee shop when Quinn arrived. They had gotten into a routine of meeting there about once a week. Most of the time they did work together and complained about their literature professor, but she had also learned a lot about the boy that sat across from her.

Quinn had been friends with Santana and Brittany for as long as she could remember. And until Rachel had become her friend senior year, Quinn had never found another friend in all of those years that she confided in. Derek had been a pleasant surprise. Quinn never really had a close guy friend growing up, opting to use them as boyfriends at some point. Puck had probably been the closest thing, but she would have never been able to talk to him the way she talked to Derek.

It had been a while since the night Quinn told Derek her long, crazy story of her life before Yale, so lately she had been working on learning about him instead. He wasn't forthcoming, but answered her questions openly when she pried to know more about him. He was a genuine, good guy and had the good fortune of brains, athleticism, and looks on top of it.

"We need to find you a girl. Now that Jess is preoccupied with corrupting my roommate, I am free as a wingman."

"Wait, step back. What is Jess doing to Hayley?"

"They're sleeping together. Hayley apparently likes Jess and we know Jess likes action so they're taking each other for a spin. I see it ending very poorly."

"That could be epically amazing or absolutely horrible. For Hayley's sake, I hope for the former." Quinn nodded in agreement. "However, onto the bigger issue. You want to be my wingman?"

"Let's face it, D-man. Guys kind of flock to me since apparently I give off very minimal lesbian vibes and I'm quite attractive. I'm also very skilled at the manipulative bitch aspect. I will make it abundantly clear that I have no interest in you and girls will want the challenge of stealing you from my grip anyway."

"Not an arrogant bone in your body, huh Fabray?"

"I just know my strengths," replied Quinn with a flirty smile. Derek raised his eyebrow, deciding if he should play Quinn's game.

"You're on. But only because I want to see you on your game. Plus, I think bitchy Quinn is itchy to escape since Rachel has turned you into a nice girl." Quinn stuck her tongue out at him playfully and he laughed lightly. "Now that you're solving the problem of my love life, maybe we should actually focus on our lit homework?"

Quinn knocked on her dorm room door before entering, not wanting to have anymore disturbing images burned into her memory. When she finally did pull the door open, it was thankfully to find Hayley alone for the first time in nearly a week.

"You managed to unglue yourself from Jess for more than five minutes?" asked Quinn, smirking at the bashful girl.

"I've been neglecting my school work with my preoccupation and my parents will kill me if my grades aren't up to par. So here I am, despite my mind being other places and not actually being able to get my work done."

"You're precious."

"I could totally make fun of how soft you get around Rachel." Quinn's smirk faltered.

"Just don't let her hurt you, Hayls. Have you guys actually discussed where everything is going yet?"

"A little bit. She doesn't like talking about feelings but she kind of eluded to the fact that she's trying to get over someone else right now and doesn't want to be unfair to me by getting too involved before she has dealt with that." Quinn felt her cheeks reddening. Hayley didn't know it was Quinn that Jess was hung up on.

"Well, hopefully she works through her shit soon. I don't want you to let yourself be strung along."

"I know you're concerned, Quinn. But you of all should know that underneath the toughness that Jess is sweet and insecure just like the rest of us."

"I do know that. I played the cold-hearted bitch role for four years of high school. My walls were solid rock and it was lonely and miserable because I wouldn't let people in that had the ability to maybe hurt me down the line. But Rachel chipped away at those walls despite me pushing her away. You can do the same for Jess, but you still need to protect your heart until the walls finally crumble." Hayley nodded slightly at her roommate, understanding the sincerity in Quinn's voice.

Quinn had less than a week left in New Haven before Thanksgiving break and would be heading to Lima for four days. But right now, it was Friday night, which meant Quinn needed to put on a sexy outfit to play Derek's unstoppable wingman. Hayley and Jess were getting ready in the room, but seemed to keep ending up on the bed making out until they noticed Quinn's loud fake coughs of annoyance again.

By ten Quinn had a Jess-approved outfit (which meant a lack of her typical baby doll dresses) and a hearty buzz. Derek met the girls and they walked down to the party together. Quinn hung onto his arm affectionately and he couldn't help but grin to have such a hot girl associated with him. Quinn's plan just might work – she was intimidating and beautiful and he was used to every girl in a room eying her up with a look of awe.

He got them drinks and they watched as Jess and Hayley turned heads with their grinding and making out on the dance floor.

"Let's get you a girl," said Quinn with an impish smile. Derek let her take his hand and lead him into the middle of the dance floor. Thankfully Quinn had alerted Rachel to tonight's plan so that if pictures showed up on Facebook, she would understand why her girlfriend was dancing all over people at the party. Derek smiled down at her and they danced closely until Quinn could feel the typical jealous eyes on her.

"There are two brunettes directly behind you checking us out," said Derek into Quinn's ear.

"Challenge accepted," she responded simply, making Derek laugh aloud at her Barney Stinson ways.

She spun them around so she could take in the girls and had to admit that Derek had taste. The one on the left would be a good fit for him and Quinn believed her to be straight. Her eyes were very much on Derek's back. The other girl was a bit shorter, probably not much taller than Rachel was. Quinn knew she would be her target. She was taking in the sight, but her eyes met Quinn's as much as they took in Derek.

Quinn held the girl's gaze, her face expressionless. The girl's brow was furrowed, obviously trying to gauge Quinn's intentions. The consistent eye contact made the girl feel like Quinn was definitely interested, but there was no flirty smile or anything to accompany it. But Quinn had played this game a million times to get what she wanted.

"Time for me to move in," said Quinn and Derek nodded before heading to get them another drink. The girl didn't break her gaze with Quinn while her friend watched Derek's retreating back. Quinn didn't approach the girl, but instead danced on the spot, never pulling her eyes away until the girl approached her instead. Quinn let the girl start dancing with her, putting her hand loosely on the girl's side. Her friend had moved onto the dance floor too and was standing awkwardly near them, clutching her red cup and glancing around the room.

"What's your name?" the girl asked into Quinn's ear. Quinn continued to keep her indifferent expression.

"You can call me Q," she answered simply, maintaining a safe distance from the brunette's grinding hips. She wasn't nearly as good of a dancer as Rachel or Jess, but Quinn couldn't help but enjoy the attention. Quinn saw Derek walking back towards them with their drinks and he handed one to Quinn and winked before turning his attention towards the free brunette. Soon the girl was grinding her hips into Derek and he gave Quinn a quick thumbs up behind the girl's head.

"Do you want to get out of here?" asked the girl dancing on her, who wrapped her arm around Quinn's neck to pull the blonde closer. Quinn realized that she hadn't even asked the girl for her name. Quinn shrugged without answering and just continued to dance, hoping she could stall the girl long enough for Derek to get out of there with her friend. Otherwise the friend would probably leave Derek to take care of her rejected buddy and Quinn will have ruined all of the hard work she had put in to this evening.

Instead, Quinn took a large swig of her beer and let the girl hang on her. She caught Derek's eye and mouthed "clinger" about the girl against her and he got the hint. Within five minutes he had put on the moves and was heading for the door with the brunette.

"What do you say, Q?" asked the girl, not having noticed her missing friend yet.

"Nah, I'm not that kind of girl," Quinn said. The girl seemed a little annoyed but nodded, obviously not able to read Quinn's face.

"I guess I'll see you around then," replied the girl with a huff and she turned to go get another drink after seeing the absence of her friend.

Quinn saw Hayley and Jess across the room dancing wildly and attracting a lot of attention from both guys and girls around them. Unable to resist the urge, Quinn strode towards them and put herself in the middle, dancing between them and laughing at the look of shock on their faces. A few boys whooped loudly in their direction and Quinn smirked at her friends as she put her arm around Hayley's waist as they danced. Jess whined in protest, but moved in closer to Quinn, essentially sandwiching the blonde in the middle.

The moans from across the room woke the blonde up. She groaned loudly at the thought that her best friends were on the verge of morning sex with her room and at the pounding headache she had. Hayley giggled, but was muffled. Quinn reached over to grab the aspirin and bottle of water that she had laid out last night before they went out and swallowed them.

"Jess, give me your keys. I'm sleeping in your bed since you guys can't control yourself." They both laughed this time and Quinn grabbed Jess' whole purse before heading down the hallway.

By late afternoon, Hayley and Jess had finally vacated the room and Derek was sitting on Quinn's bed recapping his night with her.

"Girl, you actually are the best wingman ever."

"You sound surprised. I'm offended by that implication," Quinn said with a playful smirk. Derek had left with the girl who was apparently named Jamie. Being the typical gentleman that he was, nothing too serious had happened and he got her number. And unlike every other teenage guy on the planet, he actually called her almost immediately and had made a date to have coffee with her before they left for break. He seemed to genuinely like Jamie and Quinn was happy that she had helped make it happen.

"Have you decided what you're doing about your mom when you go home?" asked Derek. Quinn had been debating for two weeks about coming out to her mom while she was home for Thanksgiving.

"I think I'm going to tell her. I don't want to hide Rachel from anybody and Rachel and I are sitting down with her dads. At least if she kicks me out again, my friends will be home to help me pick up the pieces."

"I'm proud of you, Q. It'll work out one way or another and you have your friends and you can call me if you need anything."

"Thanks, Derek," she said quietly, thinking about the upcoming weekend in Lima and what was in store.

"I put the finishing touches on the PowerPoint presentation tonight. I will send you a copy so that you are not surprised by the points I expect to bring up over the course of the conversation with my dads."

"Rach, your parents are gay. How hard could it be to come out as gay to your gay parents?"

"There is so much more to it than just coming out, Quinn. My parents already know that I view sexuality as fluid so I don't think they will be surprised in my decision to date a woman. But I don't want them to just think this is just something I am doing for experience to become a better actress or anything. I tend to have overdramatic tendencies that lead them to false conclusions about my intentions."

"Got it. A huge presentation will not be overdramatic, it will be just enough drama."

"Don't you mock me, Quinn Fabray, or I will omit the slides that involve my reasoning for them not implementing an open door policy that they otherwise would."

"Point taken. I like having the door closed to your sound proof room."

"I am quite convincing, so that should not be a problem. Now, what are you going to say to your mom?"

"I'm not exactly planning it out, Rach," admitted Quinn.

"Quinn, it is important that you at least make a list of points you want to get across so that if emotions run high, you at least say what you need to."

"I'll think about it. But I'm usually better on the fly anyway. Planning just makes me more nervous than necessary. Plus if she gives me half an hour to pack again, I'd rather focus my attention on getting my belongings together rather than making sure I get all of my points in." Quinn was trying to stay lighthearted, but she knew Rachel saw right through her.

"It's going to be okay. You have me and the rest of the glee kids if anything goes wrong. I'm here for you, Quinn."

"I know, Rach. Thank you."

"Anything for you, baby."