A/N: This was a long time coming, again. Ha. The holidays got me caught, I'm sorry. Well, THANK YOU, for still reading and reviewing. Forgive me if there are mistakes in here, I don't think I did a good job proofreading everything. XD
So here's another chapter. Warning? Well, things would go a little suggestive. : ) But it's still, PG. Don't worry.
While Santana and Rachel were having their moment, Brittany and Quinn were in the living room of their apartment watching a re-run of Smallville.
Brittany was sitting on the couch with Quinn's head on her lap as the other blonde lounged. They were sharing a bowl of popcorn which they placed on top of Quinn's stomach so that it was within their reach.
"I hope Clois fans would forgive me but I feel bad for Chloe. I mean, she was there for all the life of Clark," Brittany said as she stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth as her other hand stroked Quinn's blonde locks.
"I cried on that letter scene," Quinn admitted. She doesn't like Smallville as much as Brittany does but the show had its moments for her; one of them was that scene where Chloe told Clark about her feelings while the super guy was sleeping. It broke her heart.
"I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend," Brittany recalled the exact lines. "God, I loved that scene."
"Me, too," Quinn said as she also stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Really, it was a popcorn eating competition.
"When I saw Tom Welling in LA when we were touring, I nearly shouted 'Hey Tom, I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your fan'," Brittany said she and Quinn started laughing.
"God, Brit!" Quinn said in between laughs. It was funny, really, the way Brittany said it.
"I'd go straight for Tom Welling but be gay for Kristin Kreuk."
"You have a thing for brunettes," Quinn said.
"So do you," Brittany innocently shot back.
Success!
Finally, Brittany found an opportunity to make Quinn talk.
For the past few weeks, Quinn had been silent and it scared the hell out of Brittany. She knew that the best way to make people like Quinn – and Santana – talk about their feelings is to actually make them talk about it.
Brittany always tried to talk to her but these past few weeks, Quinn had been so repressed. She was so repressed that the only way she dealt with it was by throwing up.
Quinn just smiled at Brittany's success in diverting the conversation.
Of course, Quinn knew what Brittany was doing all along.
She smiled because she realized that Santana and Brittany were the people who balanced her life. Santana would just be the ever supportive best friend – not forcing her to talk when she didn't want to; but Brittany was the opposing force; she would force her to talk and rant because it was necessary.
Santana and Quinn were good friends with silence while Brittany and Quinn shared that friendship with brutal honesty and outlets.
"How are things with Santana?"
Quinn knew it was the most stupid question to ask because, hello, she's living with them. She mentally slapped herself for developing a talent of saying the wrong things. It was her final shot to avoid the conversation but she knew, very well, that Brittany was winning this.
"Good. We're still trying to find a match."
"Are you serious in getting a kid that looks like me?"
Brittany nodded as she smiled, "Don't ever tell Santana this but when I suggested that I wanted a blonde kid, she said she wants her with green eyes. San's going to kill me if she knew I told you about getting a mini-Quinn."
Quinn nearly laughed at this, "Ha! Santana loves me."
"She does but will never admit it for the life of her," Brittany said smilingly. "We both agreed that she'll carry our first baby but that's after she finishes Med school. For now, we're settling for adopted Quinn look alike's."
Quinn laughed at this, "Oh my God, you should see Beth."
There it was: the magic word that Brittany needed to spark the talk.
"How is she anyway?"
Quinn took a deep breath, "Fine."
"Quinn…"
Another breath, "Shelby called last night. She said the media has stopped after my mom held up a restraining order or something."
"And Rachel, how's she?"
"Fine. I guess."
"And you?"
Quinn faked a yawn. Maybe, her acting skills would do it. "Me? I'm sleepy. I think I'm going to –"
"Baby Q…" Brittany said sweetly.
No one can resist that infamous Brittany pout.
"Brits…"
"How are you?"
After feeling tense for a couple of minutes, she relaxed, "Getting better, I think."
"The bulimia's back. San told me."
"It keeps coming back every time I feel down. I think this is a recurring element of my existence."
Brittany looked at Quinn's face and saw her struggling to keep her emotions at bay. She sighed, "Do you remember when we talked on that boat?"
Quinn thought for a moment and recalled their conversation while they were boating in Central Park. Remember the night when Rachel broke into an emotional Taylor Swift episode?
"You told me that the only way to deal with pain is to deal with it face to face," Brittany said.
Quinn nodded.
"You're regressing, Q."
"I'm not. I just can't deal with it yet."
"You are regressing, slowly. You're giving us this excuse of trying to clear your head up so we won't force you on dealing with it like a mature woman."
"I am dealing with it in my own terms," Quinn said. She can't help that little HBIC tone because she didn't want this conversation.
"By what? By throwing up in the middle of the night? By not telling Rachel that the media is breaking you down into pieces? Quinn, this isn't the way to do it."
Quinn shot up from her comfortable position and detached herself from Brittany who was a little alarmed at how furious Quinn looked. "I don't have a fucking choice, Brit!" she almost yelled.
"That is exactly the point!" now they're yelling. "You do not have a choice so why are you stressing yourself about it!"
This shut Quinn up.
Why does Brittany seem to know everything?
Brittany stood from the couch and stood in front of Quinn who only pulled her feet up the couch and rested her forehead on her knees. She didn't want to meet Brittany's eyes because they're so honest.
"Why do you have to blame yourself for everything, Quinn?"
"Everything that Jacob said in that fucking blog was true."
"Yes, they are, and so?" Brittany said nonchalantly. She sat back beside Quinn and began drawing random patterns on her back. "They're true and they're in the past now."
"You don't understand, Britt," she said quietly. "The problem is me. I don't know how much of this I can take. I have tried, so hard, to protect the people around me because I have spent the past few years of my life hurting them, pushing them away."
Brittany was just looking at Quinn. She was in equal parts happy and sad. She was sad because Quinn was sad but she's happy because now, they're talking.
Brittany Pierce-Lopez has her ways.
"I feel so selfish, B. I wanted to be with Rachel so badly. I wanted the people to know about it because we both know it's important but it affected everyone around me – my mom, Beth, Shelby, Puck and now you and Santana," Quinn said as her voice broke. "I'm happy. At some point I was but there, it back fired to all the people who cared about me and suddenly, I felt like I'm burdening them again with the mess that I was when I first had this sickness."
"Q –"
"You don't understand, B."
"I do," Brittany said as she wrapped her arms around Quinn's shoulders. "When I decided that San is the one, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. She's a mess and her stressful life as a future doctor is something that I have to live up to. I feel small sometimes," Brittany said.
Quinn finally looked up and saw Brittany smiling sadly at her.
"When I met Santana's friends from NYU, I nearly cried."
Quinn crooked her eyebrows in effort to make sense of what Brittany was saying.
"They were talking about dead people's bodies," Brittany said as she jokingly grimaced to express how grossed out she felt.
It made Quinn smile a bit.
"They were talking about this stuff that I don't even understand and all of them are dating people who are lawyers, business professionals and other professions that I never heard of but sounded awesome."
Brittany pulled Quinn closer so the other blonde can rest her head on her shoulder, "And when Santana said I was a dancer, they all looked at me and they were like, 'what? I thought you were dating our fellow Med student'."
"They said that?"
"Yeah and they sounded so disappointed. It's crazy. When I look at Santana when she's buried in her books, I feel bad sometimes because she can never say that I am a future lawyer or doctor. When I come to her gatherings with her friends, I would feel small because San's world is something I'm not used to. It's something I don't know how function in."
Quinn swallowed. Brittany has this talent of making you feel related to her life story.
"You're lucky because you, you know how to operate under Rachel's world. Me? I'm clueless about Santana's. But when I married her, I also married the part of her that will be with her judgmental friends who looks at me in a hypercritical way every time I join them."
"You can always choose not come with them."
"See? That's where the difference lies. Even if they judge me over and over, they can't change the fact that Santana is very much in love with me. They can judge me all they want but I'm with them because I am Santana's partner. I'm not there to please them."
Again, Quinn found herself speechless. She finally got what Brittany was trying to say.
"I know it is hard Quinn especially that the people you love are being dragged into this. When you decided to love Rachel, you also decided to be dragged to whatever her life would bring; and when those people who love you chose to love you, they have prepared themselves for whatever your choices are. And if they really love you, they will never see it as a burden; they'll see it as a sign that they're part of your life."
Quinn's tears clouded her vision again.
"That's how San and I see it. That's how your mom, Puck and everyone else see it. As for Beth, she will not understand, yet but she will someday. You don't have to stress yourself about us, we can handle it. When we chose to be part of your life, we also chose to bear the repercussions of the decisions you made and will be making. We love you like that."
"I'm sorry, B."
"I'm not. We're not. Will you stop thinking about us and just be in love with Rachel."
Quinn smiled and Brittany felt her smile.
"Love is like breathing."
Quinn waited for her to continue.
"You do it without thinking."
And here she was, again, possessed by the spirit of Nicholas Sparks.
"When I see you with Rachel, it reminds me of Santana in senior year. You're brave, Quinn. You're scared but you did it anyway. Not many people would do that. You've come a long way, Baby Q."
Quinn chuckled bitterly, "And it's only been two months."
"It's been two months of the crazy that is Rachel Berry!" Brittany said as she laughed. "It's gonna get better, Q. You just have to start thinking lighter or stop thinking at all. When I married San, I stopped thinking, although it didn't make that much difference to me."
Quinn sighed. She felt a little better. In all fairness to Brittany, she really knew how to talk.
"Instead of shutting us all down, let us in, Q," Brittany said. "Mommy Judy called Sanny yesterday. She told her that she'd been hanging out with Beth and Shelby."
Quinn looked at her in confusion. She didn't know this.
Brittany smiled, "Shelby took Beth to your mom because she wants to meet her real grandma and ask questions about her real momma."
This made Quinn smile, "Really?"
"Yeah and San said it was funny how happy Judy was. She can't tell you yet because you're going through a tough time and she's afraid that you'll take it differently. And you see? If you knew this before we talked, you're possibly going to take it negatively. Right?"
Quinn nodded sadly.
"But since you're here and you've let yourself understand that when the glass is half-empty it is also half-full, you were able to see that these current events in your life also brought the people you love together."
"I want to see a picture of my mom and Beth together."
"You should call Mommy Judy."
"Yeah, I will later."
"See? That's my Quinn; the one who knows how to smile despite her teary green eyes."
Quinn smiled.
"Stop shutting Rachel out, okay. Talk to her and make her a part of this. A relationship without trust is like an iPad without internet. There's nothing else you can do but play games."
Quinn laughed hopelessly because admit it, it made sense.
"You have to trust Rachel as much as she trusted you with her issues. Quinn, you love her. It's all that should matter. The way you love her is not a feeling, Q. It's not an emotion. It's an ability."
Quinn nodded, teacher Brit was lecturing her.
"And this, this scared Quinn here is stuck. Q, the first step towards getting somewhere is deciding that you aren't staying where you are."
Quinn smiled again as she smiled, "Why do have to say the right things, B?"
"Because I'm awesome."
Quinn laughed, "Yeah, you are."
"And Quinn?"
Quinn looked at her.
"You just have to accept that to get what is worth having, it might be necessary to lose everything else."
o-o-o-o-o
The next few days were crucial for both Rachel and Quinn. They have talked about everything that had happened since Jacob's blog broke and Quinn shared how much it was damaging her.
Rachel listened to every single bit of it and despite the appalling situation, she felt herself falling further for Quinn. It was always different whenever Quinn would open up, when Quinn would let her in because she felt how much Quinn needed her.
A few more weeks passed and the talks slowly died. Quinn even stopped her from releasing an official statement because it will only give the media more reasons to talk about them. Carla listened to Quinn, of course; she still considered her as the boss.
Rachel just settled for a "You don't fall in love with people's past. You fall in love with your future with them" post in Twitter. It was her way to tell the world that she didn't care about Quinn's past. It was her way of not caring. It worked,anyway.
As the talks slowly died, Quinn also slowly learned to live up to every change that dating Rachel brought.
The paparazzi kind of followed her whenever she was in WPIX events. The paparazzi swarmed around them every time they went out on dates but somehow, although Rachel never said or promised anything, Rachel had her ways of assuring Quinn that everything was fine.
Every time that the paparazzi surrounded them, Rachel never took her hand off Quinn's and was actually the one who was dragging her around; trying to keep the paparazzi out of the way. Every time they went out for walks, Rachel would put a protective arm around her waist assuring her that she wasn't gonna leave her.
Months passed and their relationship had been steady. Aside from the paparazzi, there hadn't been anymore problems. Shelby called Quinn and told her that Beth was doing fine and was enjoying visiting Judy every once in a while; even Rachel's fathers started to take Beth around town and shop for her. It relieved Quinn and this news had slowly stopped the effects of bulimia. In a few months, Quinn was back in shape and seeing the improvement, Rachel and Santana decided to postpone the therapy talk.
It had been four months since Quinn said yes and it had been four months since Rachel got the girl.
The road was kind of bumpy but it was worth it.
It was amazing how those four trying and beautiful months were able to erase the five years of emptiness she felt. Yes, Quinn still has her mood swings; yes, she still gets jealous every time someone comes up to Quinn; yes, the days weren't so easy but with Quinn by her side, Rachel learned that she can be strong for them.
The small kisses, the little make out sessions, the sleepovers were the things that kept her together.
Quinn went back to her busy life in WPIX as Rachel closed out Lilibeth with a bang. She went on a two-week break before going to light readings with the Miss Saigon cast. They were back to normal and everything was perfect in her life.
She still had one more problem, though.
And finally, after weeks of trying to fight it, she gave in.
o-o-o-o-o
After deciding she can't handle it anymore, she found herself waiting for Santana and Brittany at a small time coffee shop near NYU.
She cannot think of anyone to talk about it with because Kurt would grimace at the thought and she can't tell Quinn. God, no. Not Quinn.
After a few more minutes of nervous anticipation, Santana and Brittany arrived. Brittany was beaming while Santana was just plainly annoyed.
"Bitch, please," Santana said as she pulled a chair. "I don't understand what you need me for. We know I cannot help you with anything unless it involves sex."
Brittany and Santana sat down as Rachel's entire body froze.
She doesn't know if she was bushing or if her blood got drained out of her face.
When she didn't say a word, Brittany's eyes grew comically wide as Santana tried to suppress a laugh with that smirk on her face.
"Oh," Santana managed, still with that smirk.
"It is about that," Brittany said.
Yeah, it is about that.
Rachel had been trying to abstain herself from the temptation every time their make out sessions get a little too… hot.
She pulled away every time she would feel throbbing in between her legs in the middle of all the hot kisses that Quinn had been giving her. God! Just thinking about it made her feel a little dirty.
She wasn't innocent about that. She had one night stands in the past couple of years when she got too lonely. Most of the times, it was with her guy cast mates – or girls. But since Quinn came back a few months ago, she had been sexually frustrated.
Quinn is, of course, the only person she wanted to do it with.
But Rachel was afraid that Quinn wasn't ready. She was afraid to push it with her so, she controlled herself. She even went as far as thinking about Coach Beiste every time she felt she was getting carried away.
The problem was that her mental mailman chants weren't working anymore. That's why she was here, with Santana and Brittany, about to have the most embarrassing talk of her entire existence.
"You…" Santana trailed off with that playful tone. "You haven't done the deed," she added as she playfully wiggled her eyebrows.
"And she wants to have sex with Quinn," Brittany said grinning.
"Brit!" Rachel almost yelled. "Please! Let's not make direct reference to that or at least don't say it in the same sentence as Quinn's name."
"Wanky, wanky," Santana teased.
"Santana, please; don't embarrass me any more than I already feel right now. Just…" she sighed, "help me."
Santana chuckled, "What exactly do you need us for?"
Rachel just sighed because seriously? How do you tell the best friends of your girlfriend that you want to do it with their best friend?
Brittany just smiled, "Quinn is quite a fan of tradition when it comes to that. I should know. We watch a lot of romantic movies together. Candles, flowers and a romantic dinner will do. Just be careful not to appear too nervous about it."
Rachel turned to her with in mixed awe and confusion.
"Also try not to overdo it. You have that the tendency to overact when you're too excited," Santana offered as she sipped from the glass of water. She raised her hand to get the attention of the nearby waiter.
The table was silent for a moment while Santana dictated their orders. When the waiter went off, Santana turned to Rachel, leaning her back to her chair as she folded her arms in front of her chest.
"Be gentle with her," Santana said ignoring the fact that it sounded so wrong.
Rachel turned to her and saw that protective best friend look on her face, "Is she ready?"
Santana nearly laughed, "We spent five years together but the last time I checked, we don't share brains or sexual organs."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Please, keep it PG."
"Okay, let me get this straight, Streisand," Santana said as she cleared her throat. "If you're gonna have sex with Quinn, you have to be mature about it. Like it or not, you and you're naughty man hands are gonna lead this thing."
Brittany just laughed as Rachel removed her hands from the table and placed it on her lap, trying to hide the embarrassment as well.
"What if I scare her away?"
"Does she pull away when things get beyond innocent?" Brittany asked.
Rachel shook her head, "No. I do because I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to help myself."
"The fact that she's not pulling away says that maybe, she is ready," Brittany assumed.
"But…" Santana immediately followed, "We'll never know unless you make the move. You two should learn this thing called talking."
"San's right. If she's not ready, she'll pull away. And if she does pull away, you just have to respect it. Things operate like that in Quinn's life."
Santana just nodded and Rachel was left inside her head.
Am I really about to set up an entire scene in effort to seduce Quinn?
Santana's cleared her throat as she spoke in a softer voice, "I'll let you in on a secret, Berry."
Rachel turned to her.
"Quinn hasn't had sex since Puck."
Both Rachel and Brittany's eyes grew wide.
That was… years ago.
Rachel didn't know what to say because…
Really?
"So yeah, I'm just warning you because it means a lot to her."
"I –"
"You don't have to pretend like you're not amused," Santana rolled her eyes. "Believe me, it amuses me every time."
Because really? Six years?
"Here's the thing, Rachel Barbra Berry. This, thing you're trying to get you both into, is something that is sacred to Quinn. If she decides to do it, be gentle. Don't go forcing her into things. Make it special. It's you're first time anyway. I don't know if you're gonna believe this coming from me, but my first time with Brit was the most special."
Rachel's features softened as Brittany almost cooed.
"You're not gonna get another first time with her."
Rachel smiled. Well, this is Santana.
"But if she says no, don't feel bad about it. She needs time for all things. I'm surprised she doesn't need time to decide what glass to use when she's drinking water."
Rachel chuckled.
That helped.
Brittany, who was on Rachel's left, reached out for her hand and squeezed it, "She loves the smell of vanilla and Quinn loves listening to Jazz when her mood is a little…"
The blonde just trailed off with a smile as the waiter came with their orders and left after serving it.
"Can we not mention this again?" Santana said as she started with her slice of Blueberry Cheesecake. "Now that I think about it, the thought of Berry getting it on with Q makes me want to drown myself."
Rachel and Brittany just laughed.
Well, Rachel's got some seducing to do.
o-o-o-o-o
Rachel didn't waste any time.
After just a night of contemplating if she was ready for this step with Quinn, she decided that she was indeed ready.
It was Friday and she and Quinn didn't plan anything aside from a casual dinner with Carla and Charles but Rachel called it off. She sent a bouquet of red roses to Quinn's office with a note saying:
Change of plans. See you in my place tonight. x
- Rachel
She knew that Quinn would feel she had something planned because she never really changed their Friday night plans. But she did it anyway because well, she was feeling lucky.
Her luck brought her at the foot of her stairs – a bouquet of roses in one hand and her whole life on the other. Clad in her sexiest black dress and her simple pair of stilettos, Rachel tried to fight the nervousness she was feeling.
There were so many questions in her mind but she followed everything that Brittany advised her to do and that helped calm her. Of course, she wanted to do it, with her. Aside from it being an important step in their relationship, it was mostly because she wanted Quinn – all of her.
Yes, it was a tad selfish but Rachel knew Quinn would understand. It wasn't just about the want to take over Quinn's body, it was about the need to feel that Quinn was hers because Rachel knew, she was sure that she was Quinn's to claim.
A part of her also thought that the need was about being sexually frustrated but she realized that she was sexually frustrated because she was in love with Quinn, so much that she needed to make Quinn feel it – more than words and sweet deeds.
So, there she was, in a middle of a candle lit room and few feet away from a nicely set dinner table for two; heart pounding against her chest, mind running a mile an hour.
Here goes nothing.
o-o-o-o-o
Quinn wasn't sure why Rachel would cancel their plans. She never really cancelled Friday night plans but she followed her instincts anyway. She knew that when Rachel cancels, it would be because it was important.
She just hoped it wasn't any drama because the past few weeks had been good. It had been steady and she felt as if their relationship was starting to bloom – the way it should have been a few years or maybe, a lot more than that.
So, there she was, walking towards Rachel's apartment in her white form-fitting black and white dress, ready for the diva's surprise. She unlocked the door with her key and before she could say her usual "Rach, I'm here", she was taken by surprise.
The room was dim and was lit by just vanilla-scented candles. She walked down the short path towards the living room and instantly saw Rachel standing at the foot of the staircase with a bouquet of flowers in one hand.
"Who wears that on a board meeting with middle aged men?" Rachel asked in a teasing tone. But Quinn knew, soon as she saw that different kind of spark in Rachel's eyes, that the brunette was up to something.
Quinn just smiled and looked at her somewhat nervous girlfriend, "Hello to you, too, Rachel."
Rachel walked towards Quinn as she gave her the bouquet of red roses.
"What's with the red roses baby?"
Rachel just smiled. She was nervous but man the length – or the lack of it – of Quinn's dress didn't help calm her senses.
The Jazz music played softly in the background. Oh God, what would I do without timers?
"May I have this dance?"
Quinn just looked confused at first but then decided to play along.
"Of course, baby."
Rachel took the bouquet from Quinn along with her keys and handbag, placed it on the nearby couch and then went back to Quinn.
"What's this about, Rach?"
Remember, don't break the news right away. Just let the flirting live.
As Brittany's voice echoed in her head, Rachel took Quinn's hands and placed it on her hipds as she put her arms around Quinn's neck. They started to sway along with the Jazz and for one moment, Rachel closed her eyes because she wanted to remember this forever.
After this night, her life and her relationship with Quinn would change forever.
When she opened her eyes, she was instantly met by Quinn's hazel orbs, "Care to tell what's -"
"Shhhhh," Rachel shushed Quinn as she kissed her gently on the lips. "In junior prom, I really wanted just one dance," Rachel said as she smiled. This is true. A lot of things happened on that night but it was all she wished for.
"I slapped you."
"I remember that and actually, I didn't mind. My God, Quinn! I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Not one slap will change the way I feel about you and how much I wanted to kill Finn for his behavior that led you to being alone in that prom photo!"
Quinn chuckled, "You still remember that."
"I remember the smallest things, baby."
They continued to dance with the music.
"But the biggest missed opportunity of my life would be senior year prom," Rachel sighed as she recalled that night.
"And why is that?"
"I can still remember that dress you wore. That peach dress looked so perfect on you along with the corsage that I bought for you, although you went to prom with Sam."
"When I asked you to pick my corsage for me, I was already giving you the 'hey Rachel, ask me to prom' signal."
"I know and I feel so stupid. Every time I remember that night, I remember almost breaking down because everyone got to dance with you but I never did. You even danced with Santana - that's the worst part."
"Is this your way of getting all those dances back?"
"Yes. And also your Acquaintance Party in your college freshman year, your Sophomore's Year Dance, your University Night on your college junior year and your Graduation Ball."
Quinn chuckled, "How did you know about all these... dances?"
"Santana. She practically cried when she told me that you missed the second and third ones."
"Yeah. It was a tough time."
"Well, baby. This night is equivalent to all those nights I should have been your date and danced with you."
Quinn smiled, "It's worth the wait then."
"It sure is," Rachel smiled as she leaned in for another kiss.
"Do you have those kind of dances in Julliard?"
"If we had one, I'm sure I missed it. I was too busy perfecting my vibrato," Rachel said jokingly. "I wouldn't have gone anyway."
"Why not?"
"I was saving my first dance for you."
Quinn stopped swaying with her for a moment and looked at Rachel.
"This is my first dance, Quinn."
Quinn's eyes grew wide in surprise and adoration.
"Baby..." Rachel said as she pulled Quinn closer and started dancing slowly again. "I sang on stage in Junior Prom. The dance with Jesse didn't really count since Finn came and made a scene. Senior year, I was practically dancing with everybody else. That dance with Puck didn't really count because his eyes were on you and we were talking about you and I was thinking of you -"
Rachel's story was cut with Quinn's lips on hers. She smiled onto the kiss, "I wished you kissed me when I talked a lot in high school."
Quinn laughed, "Rachel Berry, I'm honored to be your first dance and if I kissed you in high school, you would have died early in your life."
Rachel and Quinn laughed at that and they both knew that the night was perfect.
Dinner came next and Rachel was just so happy that Quinn was impressed with her Asparagus Cream Pasta and the 15-year old wine her fathers sent her a few weeks ago.
They barely talked, just exchanging intense gazes.
Somehow, Quinn knew where Rachel was leading this.
The way Rachel looked at her was filled with so much want, so much passion. It wasn't the first time she saw Rachel looking at her like this. There were various times, countless moments that Quinn felt as if Rachel wanted more than what she could give.
She was thankful that Rachel respected her but this time, she knew it was going to be more than just self-control.
After a few silent talks about nothing in particular, Rachel and Quinn found themselves dancing to that slow Jazz again.
This time, they weren't talking. Rachel was just gently playing with Quinn's hair and Quinn's hands were just resting on Rachel's waist.
Maybe it was the candle lights around them or the vanilla scent but Rachel looked 10 times beautiful to Quinn.
"You're beautiful, Rach."
Rachel just smiled shyly.
When you're nearing the moment, shut your fucking mouth. I would never say this again but it kind of turns me on when you're acting shy.
Santana's words echoed inside her head. She felt ridiculous but all of their tips seemed to work so far.
Take it slowly but surely.
These were the Pierce-Lopez' final tip.
Rachel looked up and met Quinn's eyes, "You're the most beautiful girl I've met, Quinn."
Quinn just smiled as Rachel pulled Quinn closer that their bodies touched. She kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally, her lips.
The blonde responded. It started slow and innocent but as Rachel asked for entrance, she felt Quinn's grip tighten on her hips.
Rachel grasped Quinn's hair to maintain her sanity because Quinn's lips were driving her crazy. They went on exchanging hot kisses and their eager tongues triggered their senses. Their make out sessions would usually start this way.
Rachel then moved to trace wet kisses down Quinn's jaw, down to her neck. When the blonde tilted her head to give Rachel more access, the brunette immediately grabbed chance.
As Rachel sucked on that part of Quinn's neck, she felt Quinn tense at first but eventually relaxed when Rachel just kissed the spot gently and said, "That's going to mark, baby."
Quinn smiled and recognized the want in Rachel's tone.
Rachel's hands were now around Quinn and the blonde's were suddenly around Rachel's neck for support.
The diva went back to Quinn's lips and kissed it with so much passion and want that Quinn's knees went weak.
They lost balance until they were on the couch. Quinn was sitting and Rachel was all over her, kissing her from her lips down to her neck, and back.
All the while, Quinn's hands were on Rachel's tighs and Rachel's hands were... everywhere. When Quinn moaned against her lips, Rachel felt a little more braver, a tad more confident.
Both girls were feeling hot and caught in the moment.
There were so many times that Quinn found herself lost and dizzy in Rachel's kisses. She was a damned good kisser and Rachel's lips always gave her the chills. She never pulled away before because Rachel made it impossible. The way Rachel kissed her was too good to be true.
She was glad that Rachel respected her because if the diva pushed it, they could have done it a long, long time ago, when she wasn't ready - just like that with Puck.
And she didn't want that for them. Rachel didn't deserve that.
But this time, Rachel didn't seem as if she would pull away. Rachel's eyes were full of want, her body was warm and Quinn was sure Rachel wanted to do it tonight.
Am I ready?
Was she ready to let Rachel have it?
Was she ready to take that step with Rachel?
"Quinn?" Rachel asked.
Quinn didn't realize that all her thinking stopped her from responding to Rachel.
"I'm sorry," Quinn said as she kissed Rachel again and the diva just went back to what she was doing previously - kissing the life out of Quinn.
It was when Rachel reached for the back zipper of her dress that it snapped on Quinn.
"Rachel," Quinn said in between breaths.
Both girls were panting. It was one hell of a make out session.
Rachel immediately stopped zipping down the back of Quinn's dress and then settled on Quinn's lap with her thighs on both sides of Quinn's. She was startled with when Quinn called her name. She was disappointed because yeah, maybe Quinn didn't want to do it.
But their compromising position didn't help calm her down.
Rachel looked embarrassed. She didn't want to push it with Quinn, "I'm sorry, Quinn. I should have asked, I -"
"I just didn't want to do it on the couch."
Rachel's eyes grew wide at what Quinn said. Did Quinn just...
"I love you, Rachel."
Rachel's heart ran to the ends of the worlds. Did Quinn just...
Rachel smiled, "I love you, so much, Quinn Fabray."
That and Rachel pulled Quinn into a deep kiss resuming their unfinished business.
"Quinn?" Rachel called when they parted for air.
"Hmmmm?"
"Are you sure?"
Quinn smiled, "I am."
It was true. She was ready to give herself to Rachel.
She's Rachel's to claim, anyway.
Rachel kissed her gently.
"Rach?"
"Hmmm?"
"I might be bad at it."
Rachel wasn't able to help the smile that made its way to her face. Quinn was just adorable.
She cupped Quinn's face with both of her hands, "You can never be bad at something you're doing out of love."
Rachel then stood and reached out Quinn's hand. Quinn took it and let the brunette lead her to the bedroom.
Once they stepped foot inside the vanilla-scented, candle-lit room, Rachel closed the door.
And as they say it, when doors closed, more windows of opportunity opens. As that door shut behind them, Rachel and Quinn turned another chapter of their story.
New territories, new opportunities. New beginnings.
And out of all the many new beginnings that Rachel and Quinn had, this is the new beginning that they'll treasure the most
The night when Rachel and Quinn became a part of each other – for good.
Well, that's about the whole "thing". I just can't really write "that" kind of scene for FaBerry. It's too sacred for me so I didn't go in deep details. I hope you understand. I'll just leave it to your imagination. Haha.
For the next chapter: Certain events would make Rachel want to take... another step.
