A/N: Okay. So I wasn't originally going to have the Santana/Adrianne scene, but since it was requested...it's there. There's lots of sexytimes here actually. I mean...three different times, I believe. You should have met your quota by the end of this chapter. So, read at work/school/public setting at your own risk. ;) I think I got everywhere covered.

Also, I want to open it up for suggestions again. Anything/and interactions you are still wanting to see that I haven't touched on yet? Let me know in as much detail as you like. I will see what I can fit in with what else I have planned.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for your reviews and comments. And I hope you enjoy.

And for those of you who also follow Always Remember: Broadway, the update should be up either later today or for sure tomorrow.

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Santana was braced against the passenger's side door, staring at Adrianne as she drove, trying to keep herself from looking at the Latina. Santana was winning this game. Adrianne was beginning to crumble under her intense stare, knowing that Santana's dark eyes were unapologeticly tracing over her features, undressing her already. She tried to regain control over herself but the heavy swallow only made the Latina smirk in her success and Adrianne saw it out of the corner of her eye. She was digging herself into a deeper hole.

Rachel had not been joking when she said that Santana was an intense individual. Adrianne was use to seduction from Quinn's natural charm of knowing exactly what to say and do. While Quinn pursued until surrender, Santana allowed her to work herself up with minimal efforts. It was all about the mystery. Santana's approach was having much different effects on her. She always surrendered to Quinn, gave in to the blonde's passion but every ounce of her being was screaming to fight back with Santana. Each attempt only raised the temperature between them.

Adrianne did her best to ignore Santana when they arrived at her apartment, throwing the door open and allowing the Latina to make her own way in as she tried to busy herself. She walked past the stacks of boxes that still lined her walls from when she moved out of Quinn's place and into her small two bedroom. She made her way to the open counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and played her messages, keeping her back to her company in hopes to gain some control.

Santana was unphased by her attempts, knowing she already had her. She moved on to the next phase of her seduction.

Adrianne's eyes closed as she felt Santana move to stand behind her, a hand grazing each of hers resting on the edge of the counter top as they trapped her against if. Nuzzling into her hair, the Latina pressed herself firmly against the apprentice and Adrianne was losing what little control she had left. Santana leaned in a little more, pressing the other brunette into the counter slightly and she gasped in submission at the closeness. Santana smile against her neck before sucking on the sensitive skin, savoring her victory.

Adrianne dropped her head back onto Santana's shoulder and the Latina leaned back, pulling them away from the waist high barrier. She moved her hands to the woman's stomach, slowly guiding them up to her breasts, kneading them roughly. Adrianne moaned at the contact and began shifting her weight, pressing her thighs together to release some of the pressure building to a painful ache.

The Latina dropped her right hand below the hem of her skirt and Adrianne's hips bucked as she gasped and moaned, leaning forward again as Santana began massaging her clit in determination to make her come quickly. Santana melded to the other brunette's body, applying more pressure and progressing to a frantic pace, grunting in her efforts as Adrianne came, resting her head to the counter top as she panted and whimpered in her ecstasy. She had already been so worked up from the hours of subtle seduction she had endure, but it still made her blush that she came that quickly.

The Latina removed her hand and began removing her jacket as Adrianne stood back up and turned to look at her. The night was just beginning. Without much warning, Adrianne hooked her fingers behind Santana's head and moved into a crushing kiss, driving her backwards towards the bedroom. Both collapsed onto the bed as the mattress caught the Latina behind the legs and she fell with Adrianne on top of her.

Santana managed to sit up with the other woman straddling her lap, each ripping at the other's clothing. Needing that skin contact and needing it now. Once both were shirtless, Santana flipped them so Adrianne was on her back and dove into her neck, trailing rough kisses and bites down her neck to her chest. Adrianne pulled at the Latina's hair as she attached her mouth to the erect nipple, pinching it between her teeth as the Latina bunched the apprentice's skirt up around her hips.

Suddenly, Santana was on her back with Adrianne's hands working frantically to remove her dress pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor before thrusting two fingers deep inside. The Latina cried out in surprise but then grunted in approval and quickly matched each thrust with a roll of her hips, pulling Adrianne down into a sloppy, aggressive kiss.

"God. You must have been bored as hell with a prude like Q." Santana remarked as she looped her arms around Adrianne's waist and lowered the zipper of her skirt so she could wiggle out of it, never faltering in her aggressively timed thrusts.

Adrianne only laughed. "Not hardly. She wore me out most nights."

Santana's eyes widened in shock before they slammed shut as Adrianne pressed a firm thumb to her clit and she came unexpectedly. "Jesus. Fuck!...shit...mmm."

The other brunette looked down on the shaking Latina and grinned mischievously. "You may have better seduction skills, but I'll fuck you like no one else ever has." Santana beamed up at her and reminded herself to thank Rachel in the morning...if she was even going to be conscious by then.

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"So, how do you think those two are fairing?" Rachel asked as Quinn teased her neck, laying naked in bed together.

The blonde laughed and lowered her kisses at a teasingly slow pace. "I honestly, don't want to know." Rachel fisted the blonde locks lightly as she reached her breasts and took her time with each before stopping to gasp as the diva lifted her thigh between her legs, connecting with her moist center. "Are you spoiling my fun?"

Rachel shook her head and pulled her lover up into a slow, passionate kiss, rocking their hips into each other. "No. Just having some of my own." Quinn moaned as Rachel met her with a little more force.

"Fuck. That's so good."

Rachel mashed her lips together as they fell into a slightly increased speed, their moans growing in volume as they went. Quinn separated their bodies and lowered her hand, sliding her middle and ring finger through the diva's wetness to her entrance and then inside with little hesitation. Rachel gasped as her walls clinched around the blonde's fingers as they moved in and out. Quinn felt amazing inside of her. She was gentle and precise, applying pressure only when she needed to. Each slow pulse brought on a fresh wave of wetness to her.

"God, what you do to me, Baby."

Quinn smiled and grunted as Rachel continued to rock her thigh into her until she lowered her hand to begin massaging the bundle of nerves with better control. The blonde's abs were burning from holding herself up with one arm while they contracted every time Rachel hit the right spot. She dropped her forehead to the diva's as she panted away the burn and focused on the pleasure Rachel was giving her as she brought her closer to the edge with her massaging circles and kneading of her breast.

The blonde leaned down and captured the diva's lips in a deep, passionate kiss as she changed her rhythm. She made her strokes longer and firmer, circling the brunette's clit with her thumb as she guided her fingers deeper inside. Rachel arched her back with each connection, nearing her edge, desperate for that final push, so Quinn picked up the pace. Her fingers were frantic in their movements and Rachel dropped her hands form the blonde to grip sheets as the intense pull at her stomach took hold and her body exploded in tremors. Quinn gasped at the sensation of Rachel's walls clamping down on her fingers as tightly as they were and pressed her thighs together, sending herself over the edge with the diva.

They both shook on the bed for what seemed hours before Quinn managed to control her muscles enough to lay down next to the brunette and nuzzle into her neck. "I love you, Baby." She mumbled as her exhaustion took both her and Rachel. "One day, I'm going to make you mine."

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"Q?" Santana called out as she entered the photographer's studio, highly impressed with the set up going inside. There was a small army of people working to raise back drops, set up lighting, dress models, do their hair and make up. None of them paid her any attention accept for a short brunette with thick rimmed glasses that pointed to the office door on her right. "Hey. I...you wear glasses?"

Quinn was sitting behind her desk writing and looked up to her friend behind a pair of very sophisticated looking glasses. "Only when I read...sometimes."

Santana rolled her eyes at the expected stubbornness and finished walking into the office and shut the door behind her. She sat in the chair in front of the blonde and beamed with the biggest smile Quinn had ever seen on her face. "You..." She began with a musical tone in her voice. "Are the world's biggest idiot."

Quinn laughed to herself and took her glasses off. "So I take it you had some fun last night."

The Latina shook her head and crossed her legs, straightening out her clothes as she did so. "No. That doesn't even begin to describe the time I had last night...and this morning. I mean, my God...Q?"

The blonde reclined back in her chair and smiled. "I better have a functioning apprentice this morning. I have to get this shoot done on time so I can go to Rachel's show."

"She'll be here." Santana assured her, refusing to look at her eyes.

Quinn narrowed her gaze and leaned into her desk. "But will she be functioning?" The Latina pouted her bottom lip and shrugged her shoulders.

"She may move a little slower than normal."

"As long as it doesn't interfere with her work, I don't care." Quinn stated putting her glasses back on and returning to her paper work.

"Why are you so cool with me fucking your ex girlfriend senseless? Do you not have any remaining feelings for her?"

"We were in a relationship for three years, San." Quinn stated, not looking up from her work. "Of course I do. But it's nothing compared to what I feel for Rachel. She's the one for me. Always has been, always will be."

"God, you sound like a cheesy Hallmark card. That shit actually works on Berry?"

Quinn smirked as her eyes read the papers in front of her. "Worked on Adrianne too."

Santana shifted her gaze around the office, looking at the awards Quinn had received and scoffed at the blonde. "It wouldn't have never worked on me."

"I would have never tried it on you." The photographer retorted absently, drawing Santana's eyes back to her.

"Why not?"

Quinn lifted her head and met her friend's eyes through her glasses. "Because, San, as much as I love you, you're not my type."

The Latina's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "I'm everybody's type." Quinn just smiled and dropped her attention back to her papers, leaving Santana to pout for a few silent seconds before it got the best of her. "Why am I not your type?"

"Firstly, I like relationships."

"Not judging by the seventeen harlots I have been told about." Santana cut her off with a devilish smirk. The comment made Quinn pause in her writing and clinch her jaw before she continued. She was never going to hear the end of that.

"Secondly, you aren't romantic. I like romance."

"Again...except for the seventeen flings."

"So you say. I think most of them have a very different impression of what I like."

Santana arched an eyebrow and worried her lip in hesitation. "Can I meet some of them?"

Quinn smiled widely. "Want some more of my left overs, San? I thought Adrianne would keep you busy while you were here."

The Latina sighed and slid down in her chair, playing with her fingers. "That woman..." She paused, shaking her head. "That woman might just be the death of me. I mean...all night. And then in the shower and after the shower. She's insatiable." Quinn just laughed, knowing exactly what Santana was talking about. "How do you wear her out? She said you've done it. How did you manage it?"

"Are you that into her or are you just wanting to win at something?" Santana only shrugged and Quinn let the question slide. "Work her up but don't give her a release. Let her calm down and do it again. As many times I you can. She'll get more combative with each time though. But once you do give her her release, she'll be out for hours afterward. Works every time." And with everyone. Quinn paused and looked up to her beaming friend who looked as if she had just been handed the answer to the meaning of life. "Just...make sure she doesn't have to be into work early the next day."

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Rachel's dressing room door opened and Tina popped her head in as she passed to get ready herself. "Warning. He's coming. And he's smiling." Rachel smiled as the woman disappeared as quickly as she came and then turned to Quinn who was sitting comfortable on the loveseat. "Ready?"

The blonde smiled and nodded. "Though, I don't know exactly what I am suppose to be doing..."

The diva shrugged and turned back to her mirror. "Just be you. Whatever he throws at you, react like you normally would."

As soon as she finished there was a knock on the door and once again, before Rachel could ask who was there, despite the fact she wasn't even going to, the door flew open and Chris walked in ceremoniously with a beaming grin on his face. "Good evening, Rachel. I must say, the recent articles in the paper have massed quite a crowd out side."

Rachel ignored him as he not so slyly placed the article about the two of them down in front of her, still oblivious to Quinn's presence behind him. The blonde sat back in silence and watched, reading the man and smiling to herself at how accurate of a description Rachel's fathers gave. She did, however, narrow her eyes slightly as he studied the diva in the mirror, lust in his eyes. He wanted her. Not just for publicity, but at least for sex. She cleared her throat.

"Oh, well...I didn't realize you had company." His smiled dropped as he turned to see Quinn who only smiled broadly. "I'm a Christopher Seaton, Rachel's co-star and romantic interest." He introduced himself, offering Quinn his hand which she accepted, standing to meet his height. He was short and she had to hold back her laugh.

"I'm Quinn Fabray. Rachel's girlfriend and romantic interest outside of your world of make believe." The diva closed her eyes tightly to keep from laughing but wished she could have seen Chris' face.

The friendliness dropped from his expression and his eyes hardened. "Yes. I remember reading about you in the paper. Your father had quite a bit to say about you. None of which was all that flattering. It's a shame you are tarnishing Rachel's reputation like that."

Quinn wanted nothing more than to bitch slap his ass but in the back of her mind she knew that it would only lead to another story in the paper. "Maybe I'm just spicing it up, pulling her away from the ordinary, mundane, and average let downs she has been linked to in the past. I think it would actually broaden her appeal."

"Average?" He mocked her with a confident grin, bring his posture to its full height in his manly, testosterone filled dominance. "Honey, I assure you, there is nothing average about me."

She bounced her head to the sides in playful deliberation, looking down at his pants in regards to his sexual innuendo. "I guess you're right. I was just trying to give you the benefit of the doubt."

Rachel lost it and laughed out loud, covering her mouth as she turned to the bickering pair. Quinn was grinning broadly, failing to stop her shoulders from bouncing with her laughter, while Chris' gaze shifted between the two, a scowl firmly in place on his face. He looked back to the blonde and lifted his nose in the air before exiting without any goodbyes. Quinn pushed the door shut behind him and Rachel moved to her.

"That was amazing." She praised her girlfriend with a kiss on her lips. "I think he understands not to mess with you anymore."

"I hope so. Although, that was kind of fun. I don't mind letting the bitch out every now and then. I don't have to get angry to show my more forceful side to get my point across that he needs to back off."

Rachel beamed and nodded but Quinn was eating her words halfway through the play. She sat in the front row fuming. Chris was pushing it. Quinn knew what the play was about and what both Rachel and Chris' parts were. She also knew that tonight's play was unlike any in the past. During one scene where the two characters were meant to kiss, Quinn noticed a slight hesitation in Rachel in the middle of the embraces. Turns out that deep passionate kiss wasn't suppose to be all that deep, but Rachel couldn't pull away and break out of character. She had no choice but to respond to it as Chris took advantage and shoved his tongue down her throat, repeating the process with every other elongated and exaggerated kiss they shared during the show, of which Quinn lost count of. While the audience stood and applauded at the end of the play, Quinn quickly rushed back stage.

"If you ever stick your tongue in my mouth again, I swear I will bite it off!" She heard Rachel scream as she approached the diva's dressing room.

"Oh, come on, Rachel. The crowd loved it. They enjoyed the raw passion."

"Passion my ass. That was an invasion of my personal space. I don't appreciate-"

"You loved it."

The diva scoffed as Quinn walked in and shut the door behind her. She was going to hit him. Every ounce of her being was screaming to hit him and Rachel saw it. The brunette quickly moved to her girlfriend and put herself between them, trying to pull Quinn's piercing gaze away from the man and to her, but it wasn't working. "What the hell is your problem, asshole?"

The dramatic man threw his hands up to feign innocence. "I was just doing my job, Honey."

"Like hell you were. You're lucky I don't just beat that stupid ass grin off of your face right now." Rachel was barely able to hold on to the blonde as she pushed her way forward inch by inch. She really was going to hit him. Rachel could feel her muscles shaking in her rage.

"That would make an amazing headline in tomorrow's paper. I can see it now. Rachel Berry's girlfriend, alcoholic, drug abusing, party animal, Quinn Fabray, causes backstage stir with outburst of violence. No wonder she wasn't able to take care of her own child." Quinn lunged forward but ran into Rachel's back as the diva turned quickly and slapped him hard across the face.

The smacking sound pulled Quinn out of her rage and she looked to the diva in front of her then to Chris as he held the side of his face in shock. The small room fell painfully silent as everything sunk in. Quinn wrapped her arms around the trembling diva's waist from behind in case she went after him again. Rachel lifted a finger towards his face. "Get out of my dressing room and don't you dare try and speak another word or so help me God you will regret it."

Quinn held tighter to Rachel as he approached to exit through the door they were standing just a few feet in front of. Her tightening of her grip wasn't to stop Rachel, but to keep her from hitting him as well. She hadn't been this angry in years. When she released her grip as the door clicked shut, Rachel turned around in her arms and pulled Quinn into a deep kiss. She needed to get the taste of him out of her mouth and she needed her girlfriend to be the one to do it. He had crossed a line and under any other circumstances, Rachel would have just cheated on Quinn. She returned his kisses but had no choice in the matter. This was her job. Quinn pushed the diva backwards until she pressed up against her vanity and the blonde lifted her to sit on top of it, deepening the kiss even more.

Rachel moaned into Quinn's mouth as the photographer's hands ran up her legs, bunching her costume around her hips. She needed this. They both needed this. Rachel felt dirty after what he had done on stage. "Make me yours again." Rachel whispered and Quinn pushed her panties aside, thrusting a finger inside of her. The diva threw her head back and smiled as the blonde devoured her neck while pulsing in and out with force. It wasn't going to take long. It was a mix between the need and the passion that built Rachel up quickly, but she loved every second of it, every feel of her lover inside of her. Every hot breath on the side of her face. Every wet kiss and sharp nip on her neck. Every moan and grunt that escaped their throats until Rachel bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming as she came, jerking violently as her girlfriend held her close.

Quinn remained inside of her until the last contraction of her muscular walls and then pulled out, resting her head in the crook of the diva's neck as they both panted to regain their breath. "I love you."

"I love you too." Rachel confessed as she brushed her fingers through the blonde locks, her eyes still closed as she relished their closeness. They stayed there for several minutes, sharing light kisses before Quinn backed away. Nothing more was said between the two of them as Rachel got dressed in her street clothes but they shared loving glances and more tender kisses until she was ready to go, leaving for Quinn to experience yet another part of Rachel's world. The stage door exit.

The couple walked out of the building hand in hand and accrued instant 'awes' from the hundred or so fans that lined the guard rails, waiting to see the cast as they exited. Rachel looked up to Quinn and the blonde released her hand so she could go and do the best part of her job. As Quinn stood back and watched the diva sign autographs and talk with her fans, she was bombarded with various, pulsing emotions. From pride, to adoration, to respect, to jealousy. Not jealousy of Rachel, but of the wandering eyes of some of her male and even female fans.

She swallowed and diverted her eyes, trying to let the feeling fade quickly. It was to be expected. Rachel was beautiful, sexy, talented, successful. What wasn't attractive about her? But knowing that it was going to happen didn't make it any easier to watch, especially not after what Chris just pulled.
"Can we get a picture of you two together?" One ecstatic fan asked, pointing back to an oblivious Quinn.

"Baby." Rachel smiled and called for Quinn to come closer. She could tell the blonde was a little overwhelmed. She had handled the fans at the airport well but that was just six or seven. This was a line of a hundred, all yelling, desperate for the star's attention. As Quinn approached cautiously, Rachel took her hand and pulled her close. "They want a picture of us together."

"What?" Quinn's brow dropped in confusion. Why her? And then she remembered Kim. She was interested in absolutely everything about the diva, so that now included her.

Rachel stood up on her tiptoes and pecked her girlfriends cheek. "You're cute. Now smile."

The blonde stayed near by after that, periodically posing for more pictures as they made their way down the line. Rachel sometimes had to reach back and pull her along by the hand when she was either lost in the sheer chaos or in actual conversation with a fan.

"Have you two really known each other since high school? Were you good friends?"

Both women laughed amongst themselves before Quinn stepped up to answer. "We became okay friends towards the end of high school, but we started out as enemies."

"Enemies?" Several fans asked in unison.

Rachel nodded as she signed another wave of autographs and let Quinn tell their story to the people whose opinions truly mattered. "Rachel was the overly talented and overly confident star of the school who was...How should I word that, Baby?" Quinn asked teasingly. How do you describe your girlfriend as the school's biggest dork lovingly?

"I was socially awkward and Quinn was the most popular girl in school. Naturally, we were pinned against each other."

"Socially awkward." Quinn echoed with a smile. "I like that."

"Is that article with your dad true?"

Rachel's smile faltered and she ignored the question. Quinn thought about it and decided to answer for the dozen or some fans who were waiting eagerly for the response. Maybe they could clear up the rumors for her. That way they wouldn't have to do an invasive interview to control any damage. "Some of it. But I wasn't a party animal. I was actually raised in a very strict and very religious household. So anything slightly outside of my father's very narrow views of what was right, meant that you had been swayed to the devil's side." They laughed lightly in understanding.

"So you weren't an alcoholic by the time you were eighteen?" One girl asked with sarcasm in her voice.

Quinn shook her head and laughed. "By the time I was eighteen, I had only had alcohol three times."

"Quinn was actually a good girl." Rachel commented, posing for another picture. "A good cross bearing Christian girl."

"Who fell in love with a Jewish girl." Quinn commented back.

"After having a baby with a Jewish boy." Rachel teased and Quinn sighed.

"Maybe God was trying to tell me I should have been Jewish."

The whole crowed burst into laughter and Rachel knew they had accepted Quinn as a legitimate part of her life. This was going to work. It didn't matter what the papers said. It was her fans acceptance that mattered in the long run.

"Was it just me, or was Chris a little over eager tonight?" One teenage boy asked as Rachel sighed his playbill.

"It wasn't just you." The diva remarked through her teeth and Quinn just clinched her jaw as she stood behind her girlfriend, afraid of saying too much if she commented.

"He's a prick anyway." The fan next to him offered and Quinn couldn't stop herself from smiling. She liked Rachel's fans.

She was amazed that Rachel actually stayed and made her way down the entire line, signing everyone's autographs and answering all of their questions. It took the better part of an hour to get through but it was worth it to see this side of Rachel's world.

"Are you ready to go home?" The diva asked, hooking her arm behind Quinn's waist as she brought hers up to the brunette's shoulder.

"Which one?"

"Hmm...mine."

"Okay. That question will get much easier to answer when we have our own place together. When do you want to get up with a realtor?"

"Can you do that tomorrow? I have two shows and some interviews just before." Quinn nodded her head and kissed the diva's forehead. She would do anything that woman asked her to.