Chapter 36
Quinn's strict Christian upbringing left her with little to no knowledge of Jewish customs. She had been close with Puck for years and spent most of her time at the Berry household her senior year, but this would be her first official Hanukkah experience. Quinn loved the Berrys and she figured that their holidays would be just as warm and inviting as dinner always was at their house.
Because only Hiram was Jewish, Rachel got to celebrate both Hanukkah and Christmas. It was a long-standing tradition in the Berry house that Hanukkah gifts were avoid materialistic items and that on Christmas, you would receive one major materialistic present. The Berry men had insisted that Quinn didn't have to do all of that for them, but she had helped Rachel come with her gifts to them. Even Rachel had insisted that Quinn did not have to do every night of Hanukkah for her either, but Quinn wouldn't hear it. She had spent hours trying to come up with things to give Rachel. Gifts in her house growing up were typically in the form of a check or something very generic because her parents truly didn't know Quinn and her sister Frannie well enough to get them thoughtful gifts.
Once dinner was cleared away, Quinn found herself in the living room with the three Berrys, the youngest bouncing happily on the couch besides her holding a cup of vegan hot chocolate.
"Daddy, it's time for the menorah and presents!" she squealed with delight and Quinn giggled softly at the brunette's obvious joy. Hiram lit the Shamash and handed it to Rachel so she could light the first candle. Once it was glowing brightly, she returned the Shamash to its own holder and took her seat next to Quinn again.
Leroy passed a small box to Quinn and a larger one to Rachel. Rachel tore hers open in a flash to reveal a framed photograph of Rachel standing in front of NYADA. Next to it in the frame was her acceptance letter. Her fathers had always documented her accomplishments and the basement wall was full of frames similar to this one. She hugged both of her dads and turned to watch Quinn open her little box. Inside was a very intricately crafted ticket that read "This ticket entitles you to have full veto power on the movie night of your choice." Quinn laughed appreciatively and thanked Rachel's fathers. It was Leroy's way of helping her escape another long night of musicals that Hiram and Rachel repeated every line to. Rachel gave her fathers a DVD compilation of her performances since last December. Apparently this was the standard first night gift.
Rachel leaped out of her seat to get her gift to Quinn. She unwrapped it carefully much to Rachel's chagrin and exposed a large frame, similar to the one Rachel's fathers had given her. Quinn's Yale early decision letter was pressed neatly and was tucked in next to a blown up picture of Quinn standing at the Yale University sign in a Yale sweatshirt on campus. Rachel had made her take the picture on their way to the football game on one of her first visits, saying that she would need it for her memories. Below the picture there was a small card with Rachel's handwriting that read, "This achievement was born out of your undying determination and you truly earned it. You're going to do great things, Quinn Fabray. I'm so proud of you. Yours, Rachel Berry." There was a small gold star next to Rachel's name and the blonde smiled widely. It was rare that anybody in the Fabray household told her they were proud, but Rachel had put it into writing for her to keep forever.
"Thanks, Rach, I love it," she said with a genuine smile and kissed the girl softly on the lips before handing her the wrapped package next to her.
Rachel tore off the pristine wrapping immediately and tossed it haphazardly over her shoulder to look at her present. She took in the collage that Quinn had worked so many hours in the photography studio to get it right. All of the pictures were printed in black and white. Some were stills of places in New York City, others of Rachel alone and a few of her and Rachel together. She had refinished some of her pictures from senior year so there were ones of Rachel on the stage for glee and West Side Story. In the middle, she had taken a photograph of an index card that simply read "You will always be my gold star."
"Quinn, this is amazing," said Rachel, launching herself into the blonde's arms and peppering her face with kisses. Rachel's dads were examining the collage with impressed looks on their faces.
"You're really talented, Quinn," said Leroy, taking in the collage. Rachel now had her head snuggled into Quinn's neck and Quinn wrapped her arms around the smaller girl.
"Thanks, Leroy. It took forever but I'm pleased with how it came out."
Next came the movies. Quinn didn't need to use her veto ticket tonight because Leroy was in charge of the selection and she welcomed the romantic comedies that he chose. She let Rachel settle into her arms as they watched, lightly stroking her hair. Quinn hadn't had a chance to tell Rachel about her conversation with Shelby yet, but she knew she couldn't keep this from her. Shelby was Rachel's mother, her estranged one at that. Quinn wasn't purposely avoiding the subject, but she hadn't gotten any alone time with Rachel all day and she didn't want to ruin the mood for the first night of Hanukkah. Puck and Quinn were going to be watching Beth on Tuesday, which was only two days away. She knew she was going to have to tell Rachel tonight.
Finally the Berry men decided to retire and left the girls alone in the living room. As much as she hated to do it, she woke Rachel who had been sleeping with her head in Quinn's lap. The brunette grumbled unhappily for a minute before opening her eyes to see Quinn looking down on her.
"Can we go up to your room, sweetie?" asked Quinn and Rachel nodded, rubbing her tired eyes before pulling herself up from the couch.
When they were settled into Rachel's room, Quinn arranged them so she could look directly at Rachel's face.
"What's wrong, Quinnie? Did you not like your gift?" Rachel said, seeing the worry on Quinn's face. Quinn chuckled nervously.
"No, nothing like that. Rach, I talked to Shelby today."
"Oh?" was all that squeaked out of Rachel. She didn't know what to do with Quinn's vague news.
"She contacted Puck a few weeks ago saying that she wanted us to have another chance with Beth. They talked out a lot of their issues, but Puck is allowed over there only if I'm with him right now. She said we can watch Beth on Tuesday afternoon for a few hours."
"Quinn, that's wonderful. I know how much you've missed her."
"Are you okay with all of this, Rach? I mean, Shelby is your mother and she's raising my daughter. It is all kinds of backwards and I can see how it could hurt you."
"Shelby and I never got the chance to have the relationship I would have wanted. Of course that hurts. But I would never take that chance away from Beth to get to know her birth mother, no matter what the situation was. This isn't about me, Quinn. It's about you getting to know your daughter and being in her life in a way Shelby was never in mine."
"I know, but you mean the world to me. I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation either," said Quinn quietly. She knew it was too early to ask, but she wanted Rachel to meet Beth. They were the two most important people in her life. Shelby and Rachel's rocky relationship complicated the situation and Quinn just didn't have the heart to ask Rachel to accompany her to Shelby's house to see everything that Beth had that Rachel never would.
"I would love to meet Beth someday. Right now you and Noah need to focus on building your relationship with her and when the time comes, I can handle Shelby for the sake of getting to know your daughter. Who, as creepy as it sounds, is kind of my little sister," Rachel said, trying to reassure the blonde. She pulled Quinn into her and held her tight. Quinn wasn't good with emotions and Rachel knew that Beth was the one thing that truly forced the blonde to deal with her crazy emotions.
"I love so much, Rachel Berry," whispered Quinn into Rachel's hair.
"Love you back, Quinnie. Can you stay the night?" she asked softly. Quinn shook her head from side to side.
"I promised my mom that I would sleep in my own bed tonight. Are we still on tomorrow morning though?"
"Of course."
"Good, because I want to give you your Hanukkah gift early." Rachel looked at her in surprised, but didn't protest. She liked gifts too much. She kissed Quinn softly. Quinn could feel Rachel pouring her love into the simple gesture and she had never felt more content.
When Quinn emerged from her bedroom around ten the next morning, she was greeted to the smell of blueberry pancakes and the sight of her mom humming as she flitted around the kitchen in an apron. It still amazed her how different her mom was now than the mom she remembered from her childhood.
"Good morning, Quinnie!" she said brightly, flipping golden brown pancakes onto a plate. "You're just in time!"
"Uh, thanks," said Quinn as her mom put a heaping plate in front of her at the counter. "Mom, there's no way I can eat this much."
"You're looking too skinny, dear. College is not feeding you well enough apparently." Quinn's fork clattered to her plate.
Her whole life had been about body image. Never once had she heard that she was too skinny. Instead she got asked questions like "Did you skip your Cheerios diet today?" Quinn had worked so hard to lose the weight from her childhood and keep up her Cheerio physique, even after being pregnant. Derek would joke at school that doing her workout routine was worse than his college lacrosse regimen and she would often leave him completely winded.
"Can you please be home for dinner tonight, Quinnie?" her mom asked, refilling her own coffee mug.
"It's Hanukkah, I was going to eat at the Berrys' tonight," said Quinn.
"It's kind of important, Quinn. Rachel can come over too if you would like. Just for dinner and then you can go." Quinn knew there was no way out of this. She had hardly seen her mom since she got home and she had spent an extra 5 days away from home to be in New York with Rachel.
"Fine. But only dinner and then I need to go to the Berrys'," replied Quinn, eating a second pancake but hardly making a dent on the pile that occupied her plate.
As soon as she was done, she took a shower and dressed to go to Rachel's. She was most nervous about today. She had decided to play the song for Rachel as her gift today and she had hardly practiced since the semester ended. She had gotten a guitar from Puck when they had returned to Lima and it was hidden in the back of her closet so that Rachel wouldn't see it and start asking a million questions. Quinn's mom had been intrigued by her daughter's new hobby and Quinn had practiced the song for her a few times the other afternoon. But none of that would matter if it didn't sound good for Rachel.
Once she was showered and dressed, Quinn pulled the guitar from its case and sat down at her desk chair. She tuned the guitar like Derek had shown her and rummaged through her belongings to find a pick before strumming slowly. She had practiced the song a million times over the last month. In all honesty, it was the only song she could play fluidly at all. She had been trying to keep her left hand away from Rachel so that she wouldn't notice the hard calluses that now permanently occupied the edges of her fingertips. It was a hard secret to keep, but hopefully it was going to pay off.
She called goodbye to her mom and headed out the front door, sending Rachel a quick text that she was on her way. The whole way to Rachel's house she nervously drummed on the steering wheel, playing the chords over and over again in her head.
The front door flew open before she had an opportunity to knock. The Berry men were at work and Rachel was wearing a simple dress with black leggings and her hair fell on her shoulders in its natural waves. She looked stunning and Quinn told her so.
"Quinn, why do you have that?" asked Rachel, finally noticing the guitar case sitting at Quinn's feet.
"It's part of your Hanukkah gift today," said Quinn nervously, moving into the house and leading Rachel into the living room. "Sit," she said and Rachel sat on the edge of the couch, eying Quinn and the guitar case curiously.
"Is there a band coming or something?" she asked, completely baffled by what Quinn had planned.
"No, just me. I learned something for you." Quinn pulled the sleek guitar out of the case and fished her pick out of her jeans pocket. Rachel was looking at her with wide eyes. Quinn sat down in the armchair across from Rachel and took a deep breath before arranging her fingers on strings.
You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes
I can't pretend though I try to hide
I like you. I like you
Quinn heard Rachel sigh, but was too focused on not messing up to pull her gaze away from the strings yet.
I think I felt my heart skip a beat
I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe
You got me. Yeah, you got me
The way you take my hand is just so sweet
And that crooked smile of yours
It knocks me off my feet
Quinn was getting more comfortable as she moved into the chorus and she looked up slightly to see Rachel swaying on the couch, completely enthralled.
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of
I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
My heart is filled with you
I can't imagine what it'd be like
Living each day in this life
Without you, without you
One look from you
I know you understand
This mess we're in you know is just so out of hand
Oh I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of
I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, my heart is filled with you
I hope we always feel this way
And in my heart I know you'll always stay
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, my heart is filled with you.
Rachel jumped up and clapped enthusiastically as the last chord resonated. She ran over to hug Quinn and the blonde clumsily removed the guitar from her lap before Rachel jumped on her.
"Where did you learn how to play the guitar?" asked Rachel, now straddling Quinn's lap with her arms wrapped around the blonde's neck.
"I'm not very good yet. Derek has been teaching me since Thanksgiving," said Quinn, smiling back at Rachel's shining face.
"Well, I never realized how sexy it was to watch a girl play guitar," said Rachel huskily, her breath warm against Quinn's lips. Quinn's heart raced at Rachel's voice and she pushed their lips together breathlessly.
"My mom is insisting I go home for dinner. Can you come?" Quinn said in between kisses as they tried to catch their breath.
"I'll text my dad and see. Why is she insisting on it?" Rachel asked, rocking lightly on Quinn's lap.
"No idea," muttered Quinn, kissing Rachel's neck as she texted her dad.
Rachel's phone sounded with the response almost immediately.
"He said it's fine as long as we come back here afterwards for Hanukkah," she said, pulling Quinn's lips back to her own. "But right now we have an empty house and I need to show my girlfriend my appreciation for her talented fingers." Quinn groaned and let Rachel lead her up the stairs and into her bed.
Quinn was not happy to hear Rachel's alarm go off. The brunette had stuck to her words and had spent the better part of the afternoon showing Quinn her appreciation for her sexy guitar skills. But the alarm signaled their need to put clothes back on before Rachel's dads got home from work. They took a quick shower together in Rachel's bathroom, struggling to keep their hands to themselves. Quinn couldn't help but admire Rachel's bare ass and she tugged clothes on quickly.
Almost as soon as they were dressed, they heard the front door open and Hiram yell a cheerful hello up the stairs. Quinn couldn't help but giggle nervously. Despite the openness in the Berry household, Quinn still felt like she was defiling their precious daughter in these situations. Rachel saw the look on Quinn's face and pierced her with a sultry gaze. Quinn gulped audibly as Rachel sashayed out of the room, wiggling her ass as she went. Knowing that she had no other choice, Quinn followed her out of the room.
The Fabray house was buzzing with energy when the girls showed up. Judy was wearing a flattering black cocktail dress that she complemented with a string of pearls and perfect hair. She was singing happily as she took a vegetable lasagna and a regular lasagna out of the oven and placed them on the cooling rack.
"Mom?" Quinn said curiously, leaning against the doorframe of the expansive kitchen.
"Quinn, dear! Oh, and Rachel! Glad to see you both. Why don't you go freshen up and then come help me with dinner?" said Judy quickly before spinning back around and putting her attention into a bowl that looked like brownie batter.
Rachel looked at Quinn's with questioning eyes, but the blonde just shrug before leading the way to her bedroom.
"What is going on with your mom?" asked Rachel as soon as the bedroom door was closed.
"No freaking clue. I told you that she was being very insistent that I be home for this." Quinn walked over to her closet to pull out something a little dressier than her jeans and worn-in sweater. She pulled a simple navy blue dress and silver flats out of her closet and turned on her hair straightener.
"Am I dressed up enough for this dinner?" asked Rachel self-consciously. Quinn would have said no if her dad had still lived home because he insisted on them being properly dressed for the one hour they spent together a day, but since it had become just Quinn and Judy, typically jeans were fine for dinner. Rachel was wearing one of her sinfully short skirts with a simple white blouse. Quinn had talked her out of an argyle sweater vest earlier.
"You look fantastic, Rachel," Quinn said earnestly, admiring the long expanse of leg exposed from under the skirt.
She sat down at her vanity to fix her hair, while Rachel scrolled through Quinn's music library on her laptop, pausing every once in a while to sing the opening bars of the song before moving on.
"Are you girls ready yet? I need your help down here!" called Judy. Quinn yelled back to tell her they needed a few more minutes. Her hair was done, but she couldn't go endure a long dinner without kissing her girlfriend senseless first.
Five minutes later, Quinn found herself straddling Rachel's hips on her bed when Judy rapped impatiently on the door.
"Girls, I really need your help, please." Quinn sighed before pulling herself up and straightening her dress and flattening her hair. She swung the door open to find Judy looking panicked.
"Did you burn the house down or something?" Quinn asked sarcastically.
"No, but he's going to be here soon," Judy replied before walking back downstairs.
Rachel snuck up behind Quinn and wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist.
"Who is he?" she asked, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Quinn's exposed neck.
"Again, I have no freaking clue. This house has turned into an episode of The Twilight Zone today," Quinn replied.
Twenty minutes later, they found themselves sitting in the living room, waiting for the mystery guest. The table had been set to Judy's standards, the salad had been made, and the lasagna was being kept warm. Judy was cradling a glass of sparkling water and pacing around the living room, straightening throw pillows and picture frames.
When the doorbell rang, Judy let out a little squeak and Quinn looked at her with an incredulous look.
"I'll get it!" said Judy quickly before Quinn even had a chance to react. Quinn and Rachel caught one another's gaze as they listened to the front door open and her mom enthusiastically greeted someone with a deep voice. Judy appeared with the man in tow at the doorway of the living room a minute later.
"Quinnie, this is Ted, my new beau," said Judy nervously gesturing the man beside her. He was about the same height as her dad, but that was the only thing they had in common. He had dark, wavy hair and an olive complexion. His arms rippled with muscles that were evident even through his dress shirt. But most of all, Quinn was caught off guard by his warm smile and the hand that he had linked around her mother's waist. The Fabray in her forced her to pull herself together. She stood and walked towards the man.
"Hi, Ted, I'm Quinn and this is my girlfriend, Rachel," Quinn said, gesturing to the small brunette that was standing slightly behind her. This was Quinn's judge of character: how would small town Ted react to his new girlfriend's daughter being a lesbian.
"Nice to meet you both," he said with a smile, holding his hand out to each of them in turn to shake.
"I met Ted at one of the PFLAG meetings. His nephew is gay and he has been going with his brother," Judy said matter-of-factly. She obviously knew that Quinn was worried about acceptance. "Why don't we head into the dining room for dinner and we can talk more?"
Quinn took Rachel's hand and walked into the dining room, taking the head of the table where she had sat since her father had vacated it. Rachel sat down on her left and Judy offered Ted the other head of the table before going to the kitchen to retrieve the lasagna.
Within a few minutes they were all settled at the table. Judy held up her hands for grace and they followed suit. Quinn always felt guilty for this when Rachel ate over since she was technically Jewish, but Rachel was always a good sport about it.
"Your mom was telling me that you're studying English at Yale, Quinn. That's very impressive," said Ted conversationally.
"Yeah, I'm focusing on Journalism. In fact, my photography professor is trying to set me up for a photojournalism internship in New York City for the summer. My minor is art and photography, so I'm really interested." Judy seemed taken aback. She wasn't sure if it was because Quinn hadn't told her about the possible internship yet or because Quinn was being so sweet and honest with Ted.
"It's wonderful to see such a lovely young lady with such admirable ambitions," he said with a smile. Normally, Quinn would be looking for the sarcasm behind that statement, but Ted seemed to be so genuine.
"What is it that you do, Ted?" asked Quinn.
"By profession, I'm a lawyer, but I've been becoming increasingly involved with the ACLU since my nephew came out as gay," he said, lifting his fork of lasagna to his mouth. "Judy, this is divine," he said, smiling widely at her.
"My fathers are very involved in the ACLU," spoke up Rachel.
"Yeah, they helped me get involved. They have come to some of the PFLAG meetings with Judy. Their daughter is just as lovely as they described her. I hear you're studying to be the next big thing on Broadway," said Ted, focusing on the tiny diva.
"She was born to be under those bright lights," said Quinn adoringly and Judy aww'd her quietly before she was met with an icy glare from her teenage daughter.
"Well, I can't wait to see your first show, Rachel."
"I appreciate your confidence in me, Ted. Other than my fathers and Quinn, most people think that I'm being unrealistic and should be pursuing a more respectable career. I was salutatorian behind Quinn, so I have my intelligence to fall back on if necessary, but I am fully committed to making it on Broadway and I typically get what I want." Quinn laughed at Rachel's little speech. It was true; Rachel may dream big, but she put in the effort to actually achieve them.
"Are you liking NYADA thus far, Rachel?" asked Judy.
"It is fantastically competitive. For the first time, I am surrounded by people that have the same interest and drive as I do. However, I do think that most of them lack the heart that I possess for the performing arts. I got a mentor for this upcoming semester to help me prepare for auditions. I'm hoping to land a small role in an off-Broadway production for the summer."
Quinn's eyes flew to Rachel's. She knew the brunette wanted to stay in New York for the summer so that they could be there together, but she hadn't realized that Rachel had already been pursuing that goal. The diva smiled deeply at her before returning to her meal.
The evening went off without a hitch and Quinn couldn't help but notice how genuinely happy her mother seemed to be. She had worried about her when she was home for Thanksgiving because Judy seemed depressed about living alone in that big house while Quinn was away. It was the reason that Quinn hadn't told her about the possible internship; she didn't want to make her mother upset that she didn't want to come home to Lima for the summer vacation.
Quinn and Rachel skipped out on dessert, having promised to return to the Berrys' for Hanukkah, but Judy and Ted seemed perfectly happy to have a quiet night in together. Before they left, Quinn hugged her mother tight and whispered in her ear that she liked Ted. She could see Judy's face light up with the pleasure of getting Quinn's approval.
The Berry men were tucked into the living room with mugs of eggnog when the girls returned and immediately sprung into action. Rachel insisted that it was Quinn's turn to light the menorah and she took the Shamash to light the second candle before present exchanging could occur. Rachel had insisted that Quinn play her song again so that her fathers could hear it. Quinn picked up the guitar and played, letting Rachel take the leads on vocals this time. The Berry men clapped enthusiastically when she finished and she saw how dark Rachel's eyes had gotten. It was going to be a long night before she could get her alone so she looked away and tried to avoid the growing need in her lower abdomen.
Rachel handed her a small package. It was a flipbook of homemade coupons. Quinn read through them. The first few were offers for breakfast in bed and rights to choose a movie. Quinn's cheeks blushed crimson as she continued to flip. The later coupons involved explicit sexual favors and she glared at Rachel, who smirked impishly. Thankfully, Rachel had distracted her fathers with her present to them so Quinn was saved some embarrassment when they didn't ask to see what Rachel had come up with.
Once presents were all finished, Rachel insisted they play a game tonight and Quinn adamantly refused Monopoly after Rachel lost her temper and flipped the board last time when she landed on Quinn's Park Place and lost all of her colorful money. She reluctantly agreed to Scrabble. It was another Berry favorite and Quinn figured all of the large words in Rachel's vocabulary came from studying dictionaries to beat her fathers in this game. She had been refusing to play many games with her after the Monopoly disaster.
Scrabble became cutthroat almost immediately. Quinn played a 34-point word in her first turn and Leroy chuckled loudly, much to Rachel's chagrin. Quinn hadn't graduated valedictorian for nothing. While she didn't flaunt her vocabulary through speech the way Rachel did, she could easily hold her own against the very competitive brunette. It wasn't long before the Berry men resigned themselves to third and fourth place as the girls battled it out. When Quinn played her last word and her total came to three points more than Rachel, Rachel insisted that they recount the points at once.
"Rachel, sweetie, Quinn won fair and square. Why don't you congratulate your girlfriend instead of insinuating that she managed to cheat in some way," said Hiram lightheartedly.
Quinn was teasing Rachel with her eyes and a smug smile and she could tell she was driving the diva insane. She quickly scooped the letter tiles back into the box before Rachel could begin upturning the board and packed it away. With that, Rachel said goodnight to her fathers and stomped up the stairs. Quinn gave her a few minutes to cool down before saying goodnight and heading up behind her.
As soon as she closed the door, Rachel's body was pressed against hers, effectively pinning the blonde to the door. Quinn let out a gasp of surprise and Rachel capitalized on the moment, running her anxious tongue along Quinn's perfectly straight teeth. Quinn gave her full access to her mouth and allowed her own tongue to dance against Rachel's lips. Rachel's hands were against the door on either side of Quinn's head and her abdomen was flush against her. Quinn wiggled her arms loose and gripped firmly onto Rachel's hips while pushing her thigh in between Rachel's legs. Rachel gave a throaty groan and grinded into Quinn's leg, riding her short skirt up even farther.
Quinn pushed her weight into the smaller girl, forcing her to stumble and the unexpected movement, but Rachel held her own, refusing to let Quinn move away from the door. She moved her hands off of the door only long enough to pull Quinn's dress over her head. Quinn's hands were working the buttons of her blouse clumsily, desperate to run her fingers along Rachel's already stiff nipples.
The front of the blouse was open and Rachel wasn't moving her arms to let it fall off of her shoulders, so Quinn palmed her breasts through the material of her bra, pushing roughly against the sensitive peaks. Rachel pushed herself against Quinn, building friction as their bare stomachs grazed against one another and Quinn's thigh pushed tightly against Rachel's core.
"I need you," groaned Quinn into Rachel's mouth, her body on fire. Immediately Rachel's fingers were tugging Quinn's panties down her thighs and as soon as they fell to the floor, two fingers were pushing deep inside her. "Fuck, Rach.." moaned Quinn, struggling to hold herself up because her legs were quickly turning to jelly. Rachel wrapped her free arm around Quinn's waist to steady her as her mouth sucked gently on Quinn's pulse point.
Within minutes Rachel could feel Quinn's walls were clenching around her wet fingers. She pushed her thumb into Quinn's swollen clit and rubbed frantic circles, throwing Quinn over the edge and causing her body to jerk violently.
As she came down from her orgasm, her legs lost their ability to hold her weight and Rachel was struggling to hold her up. She took a few clumsy steps towards the bed with her arms wrapped around Quinn's waist and let them both collapse. She slid her blouse off of her shoulders and Quinn gave her a hazy smile at the sight of her laying there in her bra and skirt.
"Is Hanukkah always this rewarding?" asked Quinn, propping herself up on her elbow.
"Only when you manage to be so unbelievably sexy," said Rachel with a smile, pulling Quinn down on top of her. Quinn saw the brunette's eyes grow dark with need and let her hands wander to where Rachel needed her most, proving once again just how much she loved her.