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It has been months and months, I am so sorry I was stuck in Mordor :P actually I've been traveling and writing and completely busy with life and editing my actual books. I don't watch Glee anymore I'm afraid :( however I was very saddened by poor Cory's death. RIP to such a great actor! This chapter is very short and sweet and to be quite honest I actually need to go and re read the last chapters because I have no idea where I left off I just started writing it again after one too many messages for another chapter lol

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Chapter 43

Spanish lessons or a lesson coming?

Senior Year

"We have a new teacher!" Rachel called pushing passed a group of freshman and finding her place beside Quinn at the table.

"You mean a substitute teacher," Santana responded, "Who is actually going to teach us some Spanish,"

Quinn grinned, "You asked Mr Schue to go find a new teacher?"

Santana smiled, "I just think he needs some guidance, I also think you all need guidance, you never even know what I'm saying half the time,"

"I do," Brittany winked, kissing her.

"You know bad words," Santana replied, taking Brittany's hands in hers and kissing the tops.
"Actually I know mostly sweet words,"

Santana put her finger to her lips, "Shhhh,"

"Oh please," Quinn said, "We know how corny you are around her, you can't fool us,"

"Look whose talking!" Santana replied.
"Anyway," Rachel quipped clapping her hands, "Tonight you can't come over, you'll have to find something to do with Santana,"

"What?" they both said together.

"Mercedes, Kurt, Brittany and myself are having a sleep over, girls only,"

"How does Kurt manage to get in the girl club over us?" Santana accused.

"Because I'm more of a girl than you," Kurt grinned, sitting down at the bench with his half eaten apple.

"I don't actually understand?" Santana said, "Why can't we sleep over, and spoon and other things under the covers…?"

"Because I said so," Rachel replied, "You two can entertain yourself,"

Quinn looked at her, she looked so good today, something about the way she had let her hair curl at the ends, and the way her eyes seemed lighter than usual.

"Santana, we'll grab some candy and go for a drive, like old times," Quinn replied looking at her.

Santana smirked, "Where we'd sit on the hill and curse out half the cheerios,"

"You know it,"

The bell rang for class and both Kurt and Rachel shot up as though they'd been set on fire.
"Are you two ever going to relax about being late to class?" Santana yelled as they ran towards the school.

"No!" they called back, with their arms linked and their bags slung over the shoulders.

"You're girlfriend," Santana said, grabbing Brittany around the waist and kissing her neck.

"And proud of it," Quinn responded, picking up her bag and following her friends inside.

. . .

"Twilight is like my all time favourite movie," Brittany said excitedly, finding the remote and settling down in Rachel's bed amongst the pillows.

"I prefer Harry Potter if we're being honest," Rachel replied and she handed the bag of crisps to Kurt.

"Santana likes Lord of the Rings," she said, "But the Orcs are scary,"

Mercedes laughed and made herself comfortable on one of the bean bags next to Kurt, "They are quite scary,"

"I'm just super glad we could wear our onesies," Kurt smiled pulling at his bright blue onesie with printed dinosaurs.

Rachel smirked, "You would say that,"

She dimmed the lights and pressed play and the movie started. It wasn't even half way through before Rachel started to fidget with the pillows.

"Do you think Edward loves Bella?"

"Yes," Kurt replied, "Shhhh,"

"No but what if Bella didn't want to love him anymore and she found love with someone else and then Edward wouldn't let it go,"

Mercedes turned to her through the dark, "Are we still talking about the movie?"

Rachel looked down at her hands crossed in her lap.

Brittany paused the movie and switched the bedside lamp on, "What's up Berry box?"

Rachel sighed, "Finn is too much right now, like it went away for a while and I thought he was okay, but he's been sending me these weird text messages,"

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked leaning forward.

"Like that he wants to get back together and being with Quinn is a mistake and he's just waiting for me to realise,"

"What the fuck," Mercedes said.

"And he sends me these weird song lyrics and says good morning and goodnight and that he loves me, even when I don't reply,"

"Okay he needs to back up," Mercedes replied, "Like really back the fuck up,"

"But he says other weird stuff guys, like how without me he'd be nothing and that if I don't be with him he'll end himself,"

"You need to go to Mr Schue," Kurt said quietly, "You need to go to him Rachel,"

"No, I don't want to tell anyone, I don't want to embarrass him,"

"What about Quinn," Brittany said, "Does she know?"

"No," Rachel responded, "And please don't tell her, she'll freak out,"

"Of course she'll freak out," Mercedes cried, "He's basically stalking you!"

"No I think maybe he's just lonely," she replied, "I don't know,"

"Tell Quinn," Brittany said, "Or at least just hint to her with what's going on, she deserves to know,"

Rachel nodded quietly, "I guess, I just wanted to tell someone,"
"We won't say anything Rachel," Kurt promised, "You can always tell us anything, but that behavior needs to stop, you need to be clear with Finn that you are with Quinn,"

"I know," Rachel, sighed, "I'm just scared he'll do something,"

"Which is why you need to tell an adult,"

"Okay," Rachel sighed, "I'll figure it out during the week,"

. . .

Spanish classes had quickly become Quinn's favourite. Between Santana looking so happy all the time, and Rachel laughing at the funny things Mr Martinez would say, this wasn't such a bad lesson throughout the day. Even Mr Schue had made them pick a whole bunch of songs to sing in Spanish for Glee club. It was the end of the day, school had already finished but Mr Martinez was still scoring the rest of the pop quiz and half of the Glee club were still playing around dancing and singing. They had been allowed to stay back in choir room, which was nice considering the rest of the school had gone home and it felt like the whole place was theirs.

Finn had been on the drums nearly all afternoon, and he hadn't stopped staring at Rachel. It took everything in Quinn not to ask him to look the fuck away from her girlfriend.

"I am very proud of all of you!" Mr Martinez cheered, "You guys all passed the quizzes! I wish I could take you to my house for a big Spanish party!"

"I'll bring the Margarita's" Santana quipped.

"And I would be fired!" he grinned, and his bright white teeth seemed to light up the whole choir room.

"Mr Martinez what's your favourite song of all time?" Brittany asked, as she sat in Santana's lap playing with her hair.

He looked up from the desk, "You know Brittany, my favourite of all time, is actually this beautiful song they played on my wedding day…"

Suddenly the drums all came crashing down, as Finn kicked them across the other side of the room.

"Whoa, whoa," Artie called, "What the hell dude,"

"Here's my favourite wedding song," Finn said, "It's called Finn marries Rachel like what is suppose to happen,"

Puck snorted, "Yeah okay, and pigs are meant to fly too…."

"I'm serious, we should get married one day Rachel," Finn replied, and his eyes had glazed over and his face seemed darker.

Quinn glared at him, "Do you have amnesia asshole?"

"Fives," Rachel said, running to her, "Just leave it be,"

"He's telling MY girlfriend to marry him," Quinn replied, "Would you leave it be if it was me?"

Rachel's shoulders slumped, "Let's just go okay, we'll go for a drive somewhere,"

"Or I could hit him with one of his stupid drums,"

"Come on guys," Mr Martinez said, "No need to get angry,"

"This guy doesn't know how to move the hell on," Quinn snapped.

"Because you aren't meant to be with her," he yelled angrily.

Quinn felt herself launch forward and then Rachel's hands slipped in hers and calmness washed over her in the same way Rachel usually manages to put out her angry fires.

"Please fives," she said again, "Let's just go, you and me, please,"

Quinn exhaled sharply, still glaring, before walking from the choir room following Rachel and not daring to look back.

They drove in silence for at least ten minutes, while the thoughts seemed to beat at Quinn's brain the way Finn had beat the damn drums all afternoon. "There's something not right with Finn and I don't know what it is," she finally said, pulling the car into the old parking lot. The sun had gone down already and the air had set in cool but it was a clear night and you could see the burning lights from Ohio below the hill. She felt safe here though; in one of many spots she shared with Rachel.

"He's been acting really weird lately," Rachel sighed, "and there's probably a lot more that I should tell you, but I don't want to talk about him right now,"

"More that you should tell me? Why can't you tell me now?" Quinn asked.

"Because," Rachel said, sliding off her seat beat, "I want to talk about us first,"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how we both have dreams and things to accomplish but at the same time I want to marry you,"

"Smalls," she said, leaning closer to her, "What's all this talk of marriage, we don't need to talk about that stuff yet, we have a life time,"

Rachel kissed her, bringing her hands across Quinn's collarbone and running her nails softly across her exposed skin, "But what if you leave me before I marry you,"

Quinn pulled back alarmed, "Okay what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, I just think about the Spanish teacher and how worldly he is and how many places he's traveled and I think about how you would want to do that too and all the people you would meet, people slightly less annoying than me,"

"Come here right now," Quinn replied and she didn't mean for her voice to sound so urgent but it did anyway.

"I feel stupid," Rachel murmured and her lips slightly quivered.

"Come here," Quinn repeated gripping her wrist and pulling her forwards, Rachel slid easily onto her lap, straddling Quinn and leaning gently against the steering wheel.

"Rachel I love you so much that I want to share these things with you, remember Greece and how amazing it was and how we were ourselves and we shared everything?"

Rachel nodded, "But there's more parts of the world Quinn, more libraries for you to see and spots to see the stars from, what if one day you will want to see those things with someone else,"

She shook her head, "Don't you understand that I see you in everything? In all the constellations, I taste in my morning coffee, and feel you in my sheets when you aren't there, you're it Rachel, you're my world within the world,"

Rachel stared at her through the dark, wondering if it was perfectly acceptable to find the love of your life so young.

Quinn kissed her, slowly at first until she was fighting with her hands to remain lost in Rachel's hair and not travel to any other places of her body.

"We haven't had sex in your car in so long," Rachel breathed heavily, "I think we should change that,"

"But we have school tomorrow morning," Quinn responded even though she didn't actually care it was more about being polite.
"Stop being polite," Rachel said almost immediately after she'd even thought it.

"Then stop thinking about marriage and traveling and everything that you already know I want with you," she whispered, trailing her hand over Rachel's chest and squeezing.

Rachel's breathing quickened as she kissed Quinn harder, "Then stop thinking about Finn and how you seem to think he's going to take me away from you,"

Quinn raised her eyebrows, "I am not thinking about Finn when I'm about to make love to you,"

Rachel grinned into her lips, "He could never fuck me the way you could,"

Hearing that word come from Rachel's innocent lips sent her crazy, "No he couldn't," she replied and she immediately unbuttoned her jeans, sliding her fingers inside until Rachel pressed harder against them.

"I love you," Rachel panted as Quinn began to move inside her.

Rachel felt so good it was insane, "I love you more," Quinn responded, sliding down her center and feeling Rachel's body tense.

"You're sexy and you know it," she half grinned and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Shut up," she replied and then almost fell apart as Rachel moved her lips to her neck.

"How many places do you want to make love to me in?" she asked.

"A billion," Quinn replied, moving her other hand to grip the back of Rachel's neck, she felt Rachel's hand slid past her jeans to mimic exactly what Quinn was doing to her.

"I don't think my body can handle that,"

"Your body will do whatever I tell it to," Rachel replied.

"Really," Quinn whispered, she moved inside Rachel easily. Everything fit with her. She knew all her spots and her secret places and how to make the noises she loved so much escape Rachel's lips.

Rachel moved against Quinn's fingers, pressing their foreheads together, her lips lingering over Quinn's.

"Will you marry me when we're ready," Rachel asked.

"I will marry you every day for the rest of our lives," she responded and she felt herself beginning to pool around Rachel's fingers as Rachel did the same.

"Fuck," Rachel murmured, running her tongue over Quinn's lips before biting gently.

There was a song on the radio but Quinn couldn't register what it was because she was so full of Rachel and Rachel was so full of her nothing else in the world even matter.

"Harder," she whispered and Rachel did what she was told.

Rachel always felt so damn good in anything she ever did it was almost impossible to want it to ever stop.

"Quinn," Rachel gasped, "I'm gonna…."

"With me," she replied, kissing her harder.

And they did, together as usual, with stars dancing around them and their hearts beating louder than drums and their skin on fire and all the while holding each other like they would never let go.