A/N: I've been playing with this idea for a while and I managed to put a sequitur to it in the past days. This is a sequel to my one-shot "Tender" featuring Doctor!Quinn and Broadway!Rachel (if you haven't read it, I would recommend stopping there and then coming back here for this part 2).
A/N 2: I decided to post it today as a bday gift to my dearest friend, since "Tender" is one of their favourite works of mine. Hope this one is not going to disappoint you.
Happy B-Day again!
Warning: sexual content and mild cursing. All mistakes are mine.
SOMETHING ABOUT YOU
Quinn woke up at the sound of keys slipping into the lock of the front door and a familiar humming, that she really couldn't wait to come home to, for as long as she lived. Shifting around, she felt the lingering ache in her lower back and upper legs caused by the long hours in the OR (and a car accident that still made its presence known from time to time).
"Hey." Rachel was almost surprised to see her on the couch, still in her normal yet comfortable clothes.
"Hey you." Quinn stretched on the couch, bare toes brushing against the other arm of the couch, the one where she wasn't lying on, and groaned until the familiar pop could be heard, by both.
"You really need to take it easier these days." Rachel crossed the path to get to her and took a seat on the edge of the couch, where Quinn had made room for her.
"It was unplanned really, but a woman was brought in after a car accident and it was worse than I thought." Reaching for her left hand, she brought her knuckles to her mouth. She lingered on the familiar ring that sat snugly around Rachel's finger.
"Of course." Rachel leaned down to drop a soft kiss on her awaiting mouth. Her other hand brushed her golden hair back, stroking the underside of her ear while their mouths moved slowly, with tenderness.
"How was the rehearsal?" Quinn whispered against her lips. Her fingers tightened around the back of Rachel's winter jacket, tugging it off her.
"Good. I'm looking forward to a couple of days off though." Rachel got the hint and simply reclined against the blonde, nuzzling against the underside of the jaw.
"I have Saturday off, maybe I can get Friday afternoon off too and we can go out of town, just the two of us." Quinn's hand found her left one and held it against her chest, as they laid together on the small surface.
"That would be nice." Rachel rested her head sideways against her shoulder. "Maybe book a room somewhere on the beachfront."
"I'll figure something out." Quinn nodded and closed her eyes, ready to work the fatigue out with a short nap with Rachel in her arms.
"What do you want to do about it?" Rachel nudged her chin with the tip of her nose.
"About what, baby?" Quinn fought to open her eyes but followed where the brunette's gaze landed on. "Rach, no…"
"But Quinn, it is Mr. Schue's 45th birthday. It will be like a reunion for all of us." Rachel pulled her head towards her to stare up into her eyes.
"Give me three reasons why we should attend a birthday party in Ohio." Quinn rolled her eyes at her.
"It's Mr. Schue's. He's been our mentor for the most formative years of our lives." Rachel braced against her chest to look down at her.
"Your mentor, maybe." Quinn scoffed. "I remember being yelled at or being ignored most of the time."
"It's our chance to see everyone, in one room at the same time." Rachel played with the collar of her shirt.
"It's not really something I'm looking forward to." Quinn's hands rested against her hips. "Do you think I want to see Finn hitting on you?"
"He is married with kids." Rachel leaned down to drop a placating kiss on her mouth. "Even if he tried, I would know how to put him back in place."
"Still wouldn't stop me from kicking his ass if he tries something on my fiancée." Quinn's hand slipped downwards to rub the small of her back through her dress.
"I love when you say that." Rachel cupped her face with her left hand and her eyes moved from the lovely hazel ones to the ring Quinn had put on her. The ring that symbolized their promise of a life together.
"6 months." Quinn leaned up to brush her lips over Rachel's. "6 months and I'll promise to be yours for as long as I live."
"You're already mine, aren't you?" Rachel whispered against her lips. Her knuckles brushed along the side of her face, tilted backwards to kiss her more.
"I've been yours since I was 17, Rachel." Quinn's arm circled her waist, pulling her closer when her words made the brunette tremble in her arms. It wasn't something new, but every time she said it, Rachel couldn't help feeling out of breath.
"We should go to a courthouse and make it happen already." Rachel dropped more weight against the blonde, who simply lied back down taking her along with.
"There's no need to rush." Quinn brushed her hair back. "These months will fly away and soon, we will be standing in front of our family and friends exchanging vows."
"I love you." Rachel nodded and leaned in to catch her lips in a harder kiss.
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"So, I asked the concierge about a good restaurant nearby with vegan options and they recommended a Fusion place down the street." Quinn said loud enough for Rachel to hear her, but when she walked further in their room, she found it empty.
Their shared luggage was sitting on the floor by the bed, still closed, and the brunette's presence was missing. Quinn wondered if she had left the room for a quick stroll by the ocean just across from the hotel, but she noticed the other woman's shoes under the oak desk in the room.
Looking around the room, she managed to find the object of her affection leaning against the balcony, hair swept away from the wind and eyes focused on the sun lowering on the horizon.
Quinn kicked her shoes aside and padded barefoot across the warm wooden floors. She made sure to keep her steps light, not to startle the brunette out of her perfect pose. Not to ruin the moment that she would have loved to capture with her camera or with a painting.
"Next time, remind me to pack my Nikon." Quinn lowered her lips against her ear and whispered right against her shell, while her arms sneaked around her waist to hold her from behind.
"To capture the sun setting over the sea?" Rachel didn't startle or flinch. It was like she could tell whenever Quinn was close enough. It was like she could sense her presence.
"Not really, no." Quinn nuzzled her nose behind her ear and kissed the spot. Her hands were easily covered by Rachel's, who angled her head to rest it back against her shoulder. "I thought of someone more breathtaking."
"Smooth talker." Rachel turned her head to nuzzle her nose along her jawline and the hollow of her neck. "Here isn't so bad, no?"
"For the honeymoon?" Quinn tightened her grip around her waist and breathed in the scent of the sea mixed with Rachel. "You don't want to travel to Europe?"
"I do. But this could be so relaxing and quiet." Rachel closed her eyes when those familiar lips trailed along the side of her face.
"Let's make a deal." Quinn whispered against the underside of her jawline. "We go to Europe and once we are back, we'll come here as soon as we can take another weekend off."
"A vacation from our vacation." Rachel chuckled lightly. Turning her head, she leaned in to capture Quinn's lips in hers, for a soft and tender kiss.
"I want to kiss you at the top of the Eiffel tower." She brushed the tip of her tongue over the seam of her lips. "And cuddle under the stars as we ride in the back of a Venetian gondola."
"We're still going to the West End?" Rachel turned in her arms and circled her neck with her arms, pulling her closer.
"Of course." Quinn leaned down to peck her lips gently.
"I can't wait really." Rachel pushed her backwards until the back of Quinn's knees hit the chaise longue on the balcony. She pushed her down by her shoulders and then lifted the hem of the dress to straddle her lap, knees each side of her waist.
"Hi." Quinn reclined back and brought Rachel with her. Their hands laced between their bodies and their lips found their way back to each other, meeting in a series of slow and languid kisses.
"Hi." Rachel bit on her bottom lip, eliciting a soft guttural moan from the woman beneath her. She did it again and rolled her hips forward, meeting the movements Quinn made under her.
"I was thinking about going back to Lima." Quinn whispered against her mouth. Freeing one of her hands, she slipped it under the hem of Rachel's dress to caress the back of her thighs.
"You were?" Rachel whimpered when her fingers teased along the contour of her panties.
"It matters to you." Quinn trailed her palm along her backside and squeezed it softly. "If it's important to you, so it is to me."
"Quinn, I don't want to force you to go with me." Rachel gripped the front of her shirt to leverage herself, as her panties were tugged off her.
"I want to go. I want to be there with you." Her fingers slid slowly between her thighs, finding the spot that usually made Rachel sing like she was on a stage. But it was for her ears only. It was her private show.
"Quinn…" She lifted herself enough to sink onto the two digits that filled her up so well. She took them knuckles deep and breathed hard.
"Rachel, I am okay with it as long as you and I are together." Quinn kept her fingers still and just watched the brunette struggle to keep herself from grinding up and down.
"It's you and me. No one else." Rachel leaned down to bite down onto her bottom lip, like she loved to do. She loved tugging and biting the tender texture of Quinn's bottom lip, whenever they kissed with more purpose. Whenever they were intimate.
"No one else." She used her hand to cup the side of her face and just pulled her down for another deep kiss, while her fingers started moving inside of her.
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"Breadstix? This is surprising." Quinn met her on the sidewalk on the passenger side and locked the rental car with the remote.
"Sarcasm should be your second name, Quinn." Rachel rolled her eyes at her and stepped up in her personal space, hands finding the lapels of her designer coat, the bag with their gift was dangling from her forearm.
"Quinn sounds better, though." Quinn smirked and pulled her closer, stealing a soft kiss. "We should've talked about this before we came here, but who knows about us?"
"Well, I didn't keep in touch with many of them." Rachel looked over the blonde's shoulder, reading the familiar name on the door.
"Okay, how many?" Quinn nodded.
"Tina knows about us, because the magazine she works for is doing a piece about my show and we caught up." Rachel brushed her palms over the expensive fabric and looked up into her fiancée's eyes.
"So, Mike knows too." Quinn furrowed her brows. "Sam and Mercedes know, of course, but it's just them."
"Unless the rest read the news from the gossip sites." Rachel chuckled. Their relationship wasn't really kept hidden, but it wasn't all over the news either. It was something they lived like anyone else would, Broadway or not.
"Alright, so we walk in there together or…?" Quinn looked at the restaurant behind them. "Or you want to go first and I'll follow at a safe distance?"
"I'm not going to hide our relationship." Rachel pushed herself on her tiptoes to kiss her reassuringly. "So, the only way I'm walking in there is by holding your hand in mine."
"Just making sure, baby." Quinn met each kiss and held her against her, despite the coldness of the evening surrounding them. "Let's get in before Cassie hunts me down because you caught a cold."
"I'll keep you safe." She laughed and got back on her feet. Her free arm tangled with Quinn's and their hands laced inside the pocket of her own jacket, while they walked the short distance to the restaurant.
Quinn pulled the door open and let her walk in first, following close behind with their hand still laced between their bodies. She was the first to catch a glimpse of a familiar red haired woman, sitting at one end of a long table.
"You see them?" Rachel was still craning her neck to find them, but Quinn nodded towards the adjacent room. They had probably booked it for more privacy or so Quinn assumed.
"Yes, over there." Quinn tugged her along. Their hands were still loosely tangled together as they moved past the other patrons, who didn't seem to notice the way they held each other by the hand or, if they did, they didn't seem to care about it.
"Rachel! Quinn!" Emma spotted them as soon as they crossed the threshold, making people turn their heads their ways.
"You made it.." Mr. Schue looked exactly the same way they both remembered. Well, to Quinn he was slightly older with some streaks of gray through his curly locks, but besides that he still looked as young as when he danced with them on stage.
"Happy Birthday." Rachel offered the bag with their gift for him and looked over at the blonde beside her. "From the two of us."
"That was very thoughtful of you. Both of you." He looked between them, with a curious smile. "I'm glad to see you two are still in touch. When did this happen?"
"Well, we…" Rachel looked at Quinn for help. "We reconnected two years ago, it was casual really."
"In New York? You're still on Broadway, I assume." He led them to two adjacent empty seats and everyone didn't fail to notice the way Quinn simply helped Rachel out of her coat before doing the same with her own. Everyone took notice of the way their chairs scooted closer, even if there wasn't really that much room left in between the two seats.
"We met in Boston, at a medical conference." Quinn was the one to speak up. "Rachel was there with her Dad and I happened to be there too."
"I feel bad that I have no idea what you're doing these days, but the last I heard was that you were abroad? France?" Mr. Schue took his seat back beside his wife, who had poured a glass each.
"London, actually." Quinn reached for her glass and did a quick scan of the rest of the guests sitting there. Mercedes and Sam were looking at them with a soft knowing smile that sort of comforted her. She knew they would have their backs, if needed. Finn, same old Finn, wore a look between confusion and adoration for the woman that used to be his but that, now, was going to be her wife.
"Quinn is a Neurosurgeon resident at Mount Sinai." Rachel reached for her hand in her lap, covering her left hand with her own.
"You're a Doctor? Oh well, that's impressive." Mr. Schue nodded. It seemed the natural reaction that everyone had, whenever she shared what she did for a living. As if someone like her couldn't be more than a pretty face hanging from someone else's arm.
"Well, I really didn't feel as comfortable pursuing Drama and once I was done with college, I entered Med School. One thing led to another, I guess." She shrugged and looked at the other guests over the rim of her glass. She was glad that Santana and Puck weren't there yet, to look at her with their usual skeptical and critical eyes. She had time to have a couple of drinks more and get herself ready to brace herself against their abrasive remarks.
"I still don't get how you kept in touch? I thought you didn't stand each other." Finn jumped in and both their gazes turned to him, hardening for different reasons.
"Quinn and I have always had a bond in high school, but we let some trivial things, like a rivalry over the same guy, stand in the way of it." Rachel brushed her thumb over the back of Quinn's hand, who instantly relaxed at the tender caress, hidden by the tablecloth.
"She tried to sabotage our wedding. What kind of friend does that?" Finn scoffed at them, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Someone who cared about their friend's future more than their own." Quinn laced their fingers together and felt it. She felt the pride swell in her chests when their matching rings brushed together. "How did I even sabotage it? By almost getting killed in a car crash?" She chuckled bitterly, while Rachel held her breath.
"She broke up with me after that." Finn pointed the finger at them.
"You're still hung up on that, Finn? You have a life with someone else, don't you?" Quinn shook her head.
"Yes, I do." He nodded. "But if you hadn't come between us, we could have-"
"No, Finn." Rachel spoke up before Quinn could. "We couldn't…"
"Why not?" Finn almost whined from where he sat.
"Is this the moment you two come clean about being gay for each other or did I miss it?" A fourth voice came from the threshold, stealing the room's attention once more.
"Santana." Quinn and Rachel cursed her under their breath, feeling the tension grow thicker around them.
"Happy Birthday, Mr. Schue." Santana embraced him quickly and handed him the gift Brittany had neatly wrapped.
"Thank you, Santana. Where is Brittany?" He looked behind her shoulder but the bubbly blonde was nowhere to be found.
"She couldn't make it. Her dance studio has been engaged by two big movies and she can't really leave Los Angeles." Santana took a seat across from Quinn, smirking like a cat licking the cream off its whiskers.
"That's a shame. Please, thank her for this." Mr. Schue added it to the group of gifts he had received from the students that had made it there, for this unofficial reunion.
"Is it true?" Finn stood from his seat to get closer. He was two chairs away from Santana, but closer to both Rachel and Quinn. He didn't even notice how Sam had shifted closer to Quinn's other side.
"What, Finn?" Rachel sighed.
"You are not gay, Rachel." Finn held his beer a little tighter.
"You're right, I am not." Rachel saw a smile appear on his face. "I'm actually bisexual but none of it should really matter to any of you." She let her eyes linger on everyone sitting around that table. "And yes, Quinn and I are dating."
"What?" Finn slouched back into the chair.
"Actually, we're engaged." Rachel lifted their joined hands and placed them on the table, for everyone to see the matching rings they were wearing on their left hands.
"Since when?" Emma reached out to check Rachel's hand. Her smile was sincere.
"5 months ago?" Rachel furrowed her brows and looked at Quinn for confirmation.
"Yes." Quinn smiled and leaned down to drop a soft kiss against her temple. "It wasn't really a grand gesture though."
"I think it was perfect." Rachel laced their fingers again and scooted her chair closer, to be able to lean against her side as they talked.
"You're going to marry her?" Finn ran a hand through his hair.
"Yes, of course." Rachel didn't understand the point of the question, really. "I love Quinn. Aren't you married too, Finn? What's the point, really?"
"We…" Finn stood up abruptly, kicking his chair back like he used to do when he was still a teen. A teen who was in love with the girl sitting across from him. And, like that teen, he was still holding onto that part of him. A part of him that would always love her.
"He will never learn, will he?" Santana poured herself another glass of wine, enjoying the guy's stormout.
"So won't you." Quinn snapped at her. "You'll never learn to keep your nose out of people's business."
"When did I even do that?" Santana shrugged like nothing had happened.
"Oh, I don't know…" Quinn rolled her eyes at her. "Maybe when you bragged to Rachel about our night together? It was supposed to stay between us."
"It's not my fault if your secret girlfriend here was in denial about her feelings for you." Santana finished her drink.
"I wasn't in denial, Santana." Rachel talked back.
"You totally were. That's why you jumped on the first train to New Haven, but it seemed you were a little too late to get your woman." She chuckled.
"You had no right to tell her." Quinn squeezed her fingers.
"It still worked out for the best, didn't it?" Santana smirked. "When's the date?"
"You're not invited." Quinn said without batting an eye. It was clear she wasn't welcomed.
"Quinn…" Mr. Schue. "Can we just stop fighting?"
"I am not fighting anyone, Mr. Schue." Quinn softened as she turned to her teacher. The last thing they wanted was to turn this reunion into this. Whatever this was, really.
"Someone should check on Finn." Emma watched him pace back and forth outside the restaurant.
"I'll go…" Rachel stood and Quinn held onto her hand, tugging her lightly by it.
"Let him cool down. I don't think he wants to see either of us." Quinn tried to tug her back down but to no avail.
"He needs to understand we're not in highschool anymore." Rachel leaned down to drop a soft kiss on her lips. "I moved on and so he did. He needs to accept that."
"Okay." Quinn nodded softly.
"I love you." Rachel brushed her lips against her ear to whisper those words to Quinn and only Quinn.
"Me too." Quinn's fingers squeezed Rachel's once more, before she let the brunette snatch a coat and head outside.
"Who wants another round?" Mercedes offered and nodded towards the empty bottles of red wine.
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"It's too cold and you're not that angry to be okay in just that knitted sweater." Rachel leaned against the doorway of the restaurant. It was spacious enough to let the other customers slip in and to shield herself from the colder wind.
"Leave me alone, Rachel." He took the jacket from her hand and put it on, zipping himself up.
"You have no right to be mad, Finn." Rachel dropped her smile and frowned. "You're married, and we have been broken up for years."
"Whose fault is that?" Finn snapped at her, regretting that choice the moment the hurt filled her brown eyes.
"You broke up with me.." Rachel took a deep breath. "You set me free and then tried to get me back when you realized you wanted me in your life again." She took a step forward and raised a hand to stop him from interrupting her. "I was with someone else and yet, you decided to ignore it. I was with someone else and I cheated on them with you."
"He wasn't a good guy, I did you a favor.""
"By punching him out of my life?" It was her turn to snap at him. "You decided for me or for us and that's the problem, Finn. You choose when this has to work or when it won't."
"Rachel, I still love-"
"Don't." Rachel shook her head. "I don't know what's wrong with your marriage but I know it has nothing to do with me." The brunette buried her face into her coat, not realizing she had misplaced hers for Quinn's. Not until then. Until her perfume filled her senses. Until the butterflies filled her tummy.
"Let me finish." Finn tried to get closer but she took a step back.
"I am over you.." Rachel wrapped herself into the warmth provided by Quinn's coat. It wasn't like the blonde was really there, but she felt close enough to feel better. "I've been over you for years."
"Rachel…" He trailed off, but the chances were slimmer as the seconds rolled by and Rachel was lost in herself.
"I don't love you anymore." Rachel shook her head. "I thought a part of me would always hold onto that love for you, but I let you go."
"Because of Quinn? Seriously?" He looked back to the restaurant behind them.
"Yes, because of Quinn." Rachel dropped her gaze to her left hand. "Every part of me loves her like no one else before." She looked up at him. "More than I could ever love you."
"You're just saying it to hurt me." Finn took a step back. "Why are you being so mean?"
"Because you need to move on, Finn. You need to stop living in your past and just let it go." Rachel softened when his eyes dropped to his own hand, where his wedding band was. "You can't love your wife the way she deserves if you don't drop those anchors from your past."
"I don't want to let you go." Finn looked up at her.
"You have to." Rachel took a tentative step closer and reached for his hand.
"Does she make you happy?" He held her hand in his bigger one. His thumb brushed over the ring, that shone even brighter in the street light or maybe it was because of the stars.
"Yes." Rachel didn't have to think about it before answering him. "She makes me very happy."
"And she treats you right." He nodded softly.
"Quinn is the love of my life, Finn." Rachel dropped their joined hands. "And I am going to marry her." She looked up at him.
"I guess it's a goodbye, then." Finn nodded and dropped a kiss against the crown of her head. "Take care of her." He looked up and met another set of eyes, equally familiar.
"I will." Quinn nodded softly, with her head held high and a confidence that reminded him of when she used to rule the school and he was on her arm. It was never the other way around.
Finn slipped past the blonde and back inside the restaurant, leaving the two women alone. The distance between them was quickly closed and Rachel just buried her head against her chest, arms circling her waist under the familiar coat that usually resided in her side of the closet.
"Do you want to go home?" Quinn brushed her nose along her temple.
"Back to New York?" Rachel headbutted her gently and pulled her closer.
"We could do that too, but I was thinking more of your Daddies' place." Quinn leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Our flight is the day after tomorrow, we can wait, don't you think?"
"Yes, you're right." Rachel leaned in to nuzzle along her throat. "We should go back in and say goodbye."
"I already did, unless you want to stick around for a little longer." Quinn tilted her head to place a soft kiss on her cold lips. "You better choose quickly or we might end up freezing here."
"I want to say goodbye to Mr. Schue and Emma and then we can go home." Rachel tugged her by the hand back inside.
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"You want a cup of tea or maybe something stronger?" Quinn opened the cabinets with familiarity, even if it was not even her family home.
"I'm fine." Rachel leaned against the opposite counter and watched her move around the kitchen. She watched her and felt no surprise that the image was warming her all over. It was everything she wanted to see for the rest of her life.
"Rach, you alright?" Quinn stood in front of her with concerned eyes and soft hands touching her cheeks and forehead.
"I spaced out for a second." Rachel shook her head and tugged her by the front of her dress, until she could just circle her head with her arms and close the gap between them.
"I can make some late dinner snacks. We didn't eat anything, even if I am not sure you would've been able to find something edible at Breadstix." Quinn rolled her eyes and pressed a kiss against the crown of her head.
"Finn still loves me." Rachel's forehead brushed against the girl's chin. Her fingers played with the hair at the back of Quinn's neck. It was so natural for the blonde to tense up at those words. "I don't know what's wrong between him and his wife, but he still has feelings for me."
"I see." Quinn closed her eyes and dropped her hands on the counter behind the brunette's back. She gripped it hard enough that her knuckles turned white. "Or maybe we should call it a night." Quinn went to pull back from her, but Rachel's grip didn't loosen up.
"Quinn…" Rachel's head tilted upwards to stare up into her eyes. "Baby, look at me."
"Rachel, it's okay. He was your first love and a part of you will always love him." Quinn looked anywhere but at her fiancée. "I get it okay? I had time to process whatever happened between you two."
"No, it's not okay." Rachel cupped her cheek and turned her face towards her. "For years, I thought that a part of me would always love him because of what he had meant to me." She brushed her thumbs over her cheekbones. "And it was like that with Brody or Jesse or my other exes, until you happened."
"Sorry, what?" Quinn furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Since the very first night we slept together, it felt like everything finally made sense around me." Rachel's hands caressed the sides of her face with gentleness. It was like she was touching her skin for the first time. "I watched you sleep and I knew it."
"Knew what?" Quinn's hands trembled against the counter.
"That I loved you." Rachel's got lost in her hair and she tugged Quinn by it. She tugged her again, until their foreheads touched and their noses brushed. "I knew that the love I felt for you would be so intense and fulfilling that the rest wouldn't matter anymore."
"You loved me since that night?" Quinn pushed her forehead against the brunette and gripped the back of her dress, fisting it with clenched hands.
"I might have loved Finn for years but a part of my heart was yours, Quinn." She leaned in to nuzzle her nose against the blonde doctor. "And then I became only yours. No one else's."
"So, you don't feel anything for him?" Quinn gulped down.
"I love you with every piece of me, Quinn." Rachel dropped a soft kiss against her open mouth. "My heart belongs to you, only."
"You know I feel the same right? Since I was 17." Quinn breathed out in relief. She sighed again, breathing over Rachel's lips.
"I know." Rachel nodded and leaned up on her tiptoes to keep her lips hovering the blonde's, who simply lifted her over the kitchen and stood between her legs. "I know, Quinn." She pulled her closer by the waist and leaned down to capture her lips for a harder kiss.
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"Can't sleep?" Quinn struggled to open her eyes. She was exhausted. With the events of the night and the long talk down into the Berry's kitchen, she only wanted to sleep for the remaining hours of darkness they had.
"Kind of." Rachel curled against her front and nuzzled her face against the column of her throat. Her hand loosened around the fabric of her sleepshirt to slip under its hem, caressing the flatness of her fiancée's stomach.
"What's on your mind?" Quinn adjusted her head on the pillow and found Rachel's hand under her shirt, clasping their hands together.
"It's stupid." Rachel shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to follow her into the land of dreams.
"I'm sure it's not, if it keeps you awake." Quinn's nose brushed along her temple and her other arm curled around her back, pulling her in. "Tell me."
"What if it happens to us?" Rachel whispered softly. "What if we get married and then everything falls apart around us?"
"Like Finn and his wife." Quinn squeezed her hand.
"It can happen, right? With our careers and your long working hours, we could drift apart. We could fall out of love…" Rachel trailed off.
"Theoretically speaking? Yes, it could happen." Quinn pulled her closer when she felt her go stiff in her arms. "But it's us, Rachel. We have wanted this for so long and for way too much to let something come between us, without putting up a fight."
"You really believe that?" Rachel tilted her head back to stare at her, through the darkness.
"We talked about the future, Rachel." Quinn slipped her hand away from her grasp to cup her face with gentleness. "We will get married in six months, like in a perfect fairytale, but it won't be just the ending. I hope it will be just the beginning of a long journey together."
"What's next for us?" Rachel nodded and leaned in to brush her lips over Quinn's.
"We get married and I take you around Europe for a very romantic honeymoon." Quinn spoke against her lips. "We come back and maybe in a year or two, we could find a bigger place. Something we could invest on, rather than paying rent for."
"In the City or Upstate?" Rachel pecked her and scooted closer.
"I didn't think about it really." Quinn slipped on her side, facing the brunette, and tugged her back into her, sharing the same pillow. "I never thought I would end up living in NYC."
"Well, Boston isn't a small town either." Her arm circled her back, palm stroking along the scars scattering her once perfect skin.
"That's true. But I was on my own in Boston, besides the random hookups or short flings." She leaned in to kiss her in advance. To placate her jealousy. "I thought I would be stuck in Lima for the rest of my life, raising kids and being a perfect Stepford wife."
"I remember you said that." Rachel tangled their legs together and kissed her gently. "You're a brilliant surgeon and you can do whatever you want. What do you want, Quinn?"
"I want to dream with you, Rachel." She nodded softly. "That's all that matters to me."
"Let's do that then. Just you and me." Rachel pushed her on her back and rolled on top of her.
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"Rachel?" A pale hand slipped from under the covers and slid across the pillow that she had left behind to get dressed and go on a treadmill for her usual morning routine.
"It's still early, go back to sleep baby." Rachel kneeled on the edge of the mattress to kiss the back of Quinn's hand.
Her eyes followed the bare arm that was attached to the naked beauty still wrapped up in her covers. Her eyes followed the alluring path that led to Quinn's perfect face.
She was just seconds away from taking her workout clothes off and slipping back under the covers with her, to resume the activities they had been engaged into, for most of the night.
"Get back in here with me." Quinn stretched towards her and pulled her by the hand. She tugged again until Rachel slipped on her side, facing her.
"I need to do my second fitting for the wedding gown when we go back to New York and it's one of those dresses you cannot modify." Rachel scooted closer, until their faces were mere inches apart and she could take in every detail. She could watch the sleepiness slowly fade away, as Quinn became more alert.
"So? It's not like you're eating anything out of the ordinary." Quinn yawned in the pillow and curled her arm around Rachel's waist, brushing her fingertips under the hem of her cropped top. She trailed her fingertips along the girl's spine and down, dipping under the waistband of her running shorts. "You're still strictly vegan and you spend so much time on that treadmill, that I wonder if you want to bring it along during our honeymoon."
"Very funny, Quinn." Rachel's hands cupped each side of her face to tilt her head back and join their lips for a tender morning kiss. "You know I don't need anyone but you, right? Whether we will sleep in luxury hotels or backpack around Europe, I'll be fine as long as you're there with me."
"After that camping fiasco, I'd rather spend our savings in comfortable hotel rooms than having to worry about bears coming in our tent lured in by your honey flavored body lotion." Quinn smirked and leaned in to placate the girl's protests with a kiss. She kissed her again and drew her closer until they were pressed together, with the duvet and Rachel's workout clothes separating their skins.
"Meanie. It was one time and it was a legitimate fear." Rachel's fingers brushed the skin behind Quinn's ears. She kept on brushing the pads of her thumb there, the way the blonde liked.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." Quinn pecked her one more time and then rolled on her back, stretching her spine until the dull ache subsided and her joints realigned.
"Is your back still giving you trouble?" Rachel followed her along and curled around her. Her left hand trailed down the woman's side and disappeared under the blanket, to slip under her and press against the base of her spine.
"It's just aching a bit, I'll be fine." Quinn looked at her and tilted her head to kiss her concerns away. "Rach, really…" It was her turn to brush her thumbs over Rachel's cheeks. It was her turn to caress the angles of her frowning lips, until it blossomed in a soft smile.
"We shouldn't have come here." Rachel sighed and curled around the blonde's woman, head tucked between her neck and shoulder and her hand still tracing the length of her scar. It was right where Quinn usually ached the most.
"Don't worry about that, it's not like New York is that much warmer than here, after all." Quinn chuckled and pressed her lips against the side of her face. "Get under here with me…"
"I'm in my workout clothes." Rachel looked down at herself.
"So? Take them off." Quinn said with an obvious smile that made Rachel roll her eyes at her. She rolled them again but followed along with what she had suggested. The clothes were thrown carelessly on the floor and her body slipped back under the warmth that she had left behind less than an hour ago.
"Happy? If I am not able to get into my wedding gown, I'll come find you." Rachel rolled on her stomach and scooted into the blonde's side, until they could share the same pillow and the same side of the mattress.
"You know where to find me, don't you?" Quinn's arm curled around her waist and her foot latched around her ankle, tugging until they were so close that nothing could ever get in between them. Not even a thin piece of paper.
"I guess so." Rachel grinned and leaned in to nibble on her lower lip. She tugged at it again and cradled the side of her head, framing her perfect face with her forearm. A girl could definitely get used to spending all of her mornings like this. She didn't need anything or anyone else, but Quinn.
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"You alright, babe?" Quinn's lips pressed against the side of her face as they stood in the baggage claim area of JFK domestic hub.
"We're back on the solid ground, so I'm more than fine." Rachel leaned against her fiancée, arm wrapped around her waist and face pressed against the lapels of her coat.
"We'll have to find a way to keep you relaxed during our 8 hours flight to Paris." Quinn reached in the pocket of her coat to retrieve her iPhone. She scrolled through the several notifications, assessing if there was nothing that she needed to urgently attend to.
"Well, I'm sure travelling business class is going to be a good starting point." Rachel nuzzled into her and squeezed her hip through the comfortable sweater she was wearing over her dark fitting jeans.
"And a couple of glasses of wine is another step in the right direction, no?" Quinn pocketed her phone and looked down into her eyes. "I'm sure you'll be tired enough to sleep throughout the flight and before you know it, we'll be landing in the most romantic city in the world."
"You're saying that marrying you will be exhausting?" Rachel leaned on her tiptoes to peck her lips softly.
"Not marrying me per se, but the whole thing you know? The flowers, the location, the guest list and-"
"Speaking of, we need to go check out the new venue the day after tomorrow." Rachel patted her chest softly. "Are you available or should I go on my own?"
"I'll try to make it, but you know how it is. Anything can happen." Quinn covered her hand with hers. "Should I meet you there or do you want me to pick you up?"
"I'll come pick you up and we can grab a cab from the hospital." Rachel leaned her head against her shoulder. "Do you see it?" She looked over the moving carousel.
"I'm sure we'll see it as soon as your pink suitcase shows up." Quinn chuckled and took her by the hand to lead them closer to it.
"Stop making fun of my color preferences." Rachel smacked her in the chest and crossed her arms over her own chest, pouting.
"I'm just joking…" Quinn wrapped herself around the brunette and nuzzled her nose against the side of her face. "You know I find it cute, even if pink is not exactly the most appropriate color for some of the things we own. Like the thing we keep in the box under the bed." She whispered in her ear, making Rachel blush embarrassed.
"You bought it for our 6 months anniversary." Rachel scoffed at her.
"And you loved every second of it, if I recall right." Quinn dropped a soft kiss against her blushing cheek and then stepped back to get the familiar suitcase rolling towards them.
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Rachel walked inside the hospital and headed for the reception desk, where a familiar red haired girl sat, typing away on the iPad.
"Good evening Cherryl." Rachel greeted her with a genuine smile.
"Miss Berry, it's been a long time. How is the show doing, so far?" Cherryl returned her smile and looked away from the iPad to give her full attention.
"Doing good, full house most of the nights." Rachel wasn't trying to be arrogant. It was really doing good enough that she could hope for a second Tony nomination.
"That's why I haven't been able to get tickets. I'll have to try harder." Cherryl chuckled. "You're here for Doctor Fabray?"
"Why don't you call my assistant?" Rachel grabbed a small business card and borrowed the pen sitting on the desk. She scrabbled a name and a phone number on the back of it. "Call Janice and tell her we talked about getting you a couple of tickets to the show. Do you need more?"
"Oh no Miss Berry, I can't accept this." She tried to stop the brunette.
"Nonsense. You're always doing me favours, time to pay you back." She winked at her. "I'll make sure you'll have a good view of the stage."
"Thank you." She took the card and slipped it in the pocket of her bag. "Doctor Fabray should be finishing rounds, should I page her?"
"I don't want to disturb her, really. She knows I am waiting for her." Rachel checked her wristwatch. "Do you mind if I go wait over there?" She nodded to the waiting room.
"Of course not. Do you want a cup of coffee or some water while waiting?" Cherryl nodded to the vending machines.
"I'll be fine. Thank you, Cherryl." Rachel smiled at her and walked through the sliding doors that led to the spacious waiting room. Looking around, she found a seat in front of the elevators, hoping Quinn didn't make her wait for too long.
Sitting down, she reached for her phone and checked her texts. Nothing from Quinn. She didn't expect anything differently, but a small part of her had hoped that the blonde would have seen her own text and sent a quick reply back.
"Where are you hurting?" A smaller voice brought her out of her thoughts. Rachel dropped her phone back in the purse and found herself looking down into a pair of hazel eyes, that reminded her of Quinn.
"What makes you think I am hurting?" Rachel leaned forward, elbows on her knees to lean her chin on.
"My Daddy was brought here because he had a mig-" She looked back towards whom Rachel presumed was her mother. "Mommy, what is the word the pretty doctor said?"
"Allie, baby, come back here and let's not bother the lady, ok?" The woman was obviously tired and distressed, but she was trying for her daughter's sake. She was trying to be strong.
"It's no bother, really." Rachel smiled at the woman and looked down at the little blonde in front of her. "Let's see, was the word 'migraine'?"
"Yes. He had lots of them and he…" She looked down at her feet. "He fainted and we came here."
"How is your Daddy now? Did you see him?" Rachel reached out to brush a loose lock behind the little girl's ear. She did it again when she heard a soft sniffle coming from her. "Oh honey…" Rachel reached in her bag to grab a paper tissue and held the package out for the girl to take one.
"Allie…" The girl's mother had shifted to sit beside Rachel and had pulled the sniffling girl in her lap, rocking her softly. "How do we say?"
"Thank you, Ma'am." Allie used the tissue to wipe her cheeks and blow her nose in.
"I know you're worried about your Daddy, Allie." Rachel turned sideways in her seat to face them. "But he is in very good hands here."
"He is?" Allie lifted her eyes to stare up at Rachel.
"He is. Do you want to know why?" Rachel leaned in and took the tissue from her to tenderly wipe the girl's cheeks. "Because I know a few doctors working here and they take care of their patients like they're their own family. They'll do anything they can to cure him."
"Thank you." The little girl's mother mouthed her over her daughter's head and Rachel simply nodded with a smile.
"Who? Who do you know?" Allie reached out to play with the bracelet dangling from Rachel's wrist. It seemed she was simply fascinated by the different charms.
"Well, there are Dr. Sanvers and Dr. Cooper." She tried to go by memory with some of the colleagues Quinn had introduced her to, when she had joined them for a night out in their bar, just a block away from the hospital. "And-" She had no time to say the name she cared the most about. The name of the woman that she trusted with her own life.
"Dr. Quinn!" Allie jumped out of her Mother's lap as soon as the elevator opened and a familiar blonde walked out, with her bag draped over her shoulder and in her civilian clothes.
"Allison." Quinn braced herself for the impact. She stumbled back but was able to stay upright, while the blonde girl latched around her waist.
"Dr. Fabray, you must excuse my daughter." The young mother stood in front of Quinn, with a tired smile and hope in her eyes.
"It's no problem, really. How is my favorite assistant?" Quinn rubbed the girl's head with tenderness and looked up to meet the woman's eyes. She didn't realize there was someone else standing there, witnessing everything, until their eyes met over the woman's shoulder.
"Can I see my Daddy? Please?" Allie held the blonde doctor around the waist and bounced lightly on her feet.
"Allie." The other woman tried to scold her daughter, but Quinn held her hand up, stopping her.
"I wanted to give you the news earlier, but I wasn't able to find you before my rounds." Quinn kneeled in front of Allie. "Your Daddy is awake and asked for you. Both of you." She looked up at the woman, who just released a sob of relief. It was a total relief.
"Is he awake? Is he fine?" The woman stepped in to kneel behind her daughter and pull her in her arms. It was all she needed. Her daughter.
"He'll need to take it easy for a couple of weeks, but we caught everything that was hurting him in time. You can see him for a few minutes." Quinn squeezed Allie's hands. "Your Daddy will be fine, Allie."
"Thank you, Dr. Quinn." Allie launched herself back into her arms and buried her face into her neck. Her mother was too busy wiping away the tears to notice the way Quinn let herself be hugged. She was too busy to notice the way Quinn had leaned in, hugging the little girl back. It didn't go unnoticed by Rachel, who locked eyes with Quinn and sent her a tender and knowing smile.
"Allie. Let's go see your Daddy, ok?" The woman stood on her feet and took the girl by the hand.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Quinn?" Allie pulled from her embrace and looked into her eyes for confirmation.
"Of course. I'm not going anywhere." Quinn got back on her own feet and moved aside, so they could step in the elevators.
"Thank you, Dr. Fabray." The woman tugged her daughter through the sliding doors and lifted her to push the button to the destined floor. Once the door closed, Quinn released a sigh she didn't know she was holding.
"Quinn…" Rachel's voice called for her and she turned to face her. She just had time to face her before she was pulled down for a soft, yet demanding kiss. Quinn dropped her bag onto the nearest chair and slipped her arms around her fiancée's back, pulling her equally close.
"Not that I mind being greeted like this, but what did I do?" Quinn was breathless. If this was the result of one kiss, she wondered what would happen once they were back in the privacy of their apartment. She wondered and couldn't wait to find out.
"Just you being you. When I think it's not possible to fall even deeper for you, you prove me wrong." Rachel leaned on her tiptoes to speak against her lips. "I am proud of you and even more to become your wife."
"I haven't stopped falling more in love with you either, Rach." Quinn pushed her forehead against hers. "How late are we?"
"Early, actually. I asked Joseph to book it for 8PM." Rachel's hands cupped each side of her neck. "You said to meet here at 6, but I forecasted a minimum delay of two hours."
"That's why you're the best girlfriend ever." Quinn chuckled and leaned in, for a soft peck. "Shall we go?" She reached for her bag and held her other hand out for Rachel to take.
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"Okay, that was excruciatingly long." Quinn dropped her keys in the bowl by the door and kicked her boots aside, not minding where they landed.
"I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one, between us." Rachel placed her shoes by the door and did the same with Quinn's, who had dropped on the couch, to relax.
"Okay, maybe I'm just not used to all of that." Quinn rolled her eyes at her. "I thought we were supposed to check the place out, get an idea of how much money we could spend for it and then get out of there."
"You had a hot date to attend to?" Rachel lifted the hem of her dress enough to straddle the blonde with ease. With a knee on each side of her thighs, she ran her fingers through Quinn's hair slowly.
"Maybe." Quinn leaned up to brush her lips over Rachel's for a superficial peck.
"Someone I know?" Rachel grinned against her lips and took her hands, lifting their arms over their heads and then pinning them against the back of the couch.
"Oh definitely." Quinn's fingers laced through Rachel's. Their lips met slowly. Their lips moved slowly, without even deepening it. There would be time for that. "She is a big name on Broadway."
"Really now?" Rachel pulled from her mouth to reach for the zip in the back of her dress. She reached behind herself to tug it down, but Quinn beat her to it. She unzipped her slowly and then brought the straps down her arms, until the dress pooled in her lap.
"Shit." Quinn's hands held her from the shoulder blades. She tugged her by them and leaned down to nuzzle her face between her breasts.
"Quinn…" Rachel's fingers got lost in her hair. She tugged at it and rolled her hips forward, grinding down into Quinn's lap.
"Bedroom?" Quinn's mouth latched around one of her nipples. She tugged and sucked on the tip, but Rachel had no intentions to move.
"I need you now." Rachel pulled her from her breasts to take her sweater and bra off, in one go.
"How…" Quinn lifted her off her lap and deposited her on the couch, just to kick her pants and underwear off. If they couldn't wait any longer, why keep their clothes on?
"Sit up over there." Rachel nodded to the other arm of the couch. "Stay there and let me take care of you." Rachel crawled over her and leaned in for a reassuring kiss. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life." Quinn's right foot dropped on the soft carpet. Her thighs were parted enough to let Rachel fit just right in.
"Good." Rachel pecked her again and then sat down. She sat right against her, equally spread and equally drenched. That was the first thought that came to Quinn's mind when she settled down, in her lap.
"Oh damn." Quinn's forehead dropped against the back of the couch. She breathed in deeply when Rachel's lips started trailing along the side of her neck. She breathed even harder when their centers started sliding together, up and down.
"You're always so warm." Rachel nibbled on her earlobe. She bit on the tender skin of her ear, while her legs crossed behind her back.
"My God, Rach." Quinn's hands itched to reach out and touch her. They itched to turn this into something faster and harder. They itched to slip into the warmth pressing up into her, to feel those walls clenching around her digits like they usually did.
"You don't get to touch." Rachel nipped at the skin behind her ear and thrusted forward. She rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against Quinn who just spread herself wider. "Not yet."
"You're driving me crazy." Quinn's head turned to catch those lips with hers. She sucked on her tongue with the usual eagerness. With the usual desire. She craved Rachel like their first kiss. Like their first time. Like her seventeen year old self who had fallen in love with her, in a school hallway.
"Quinn…" Rachel's resolve was overpowered by that kiss. She returned every bite with one of her own. She returned every thrust, with one of her own. Their lower bodies slapped wetly together, in a salacious dance.
"Rachel…" Quinn's hands cupped each side of her face. If she couldn't touch her where she wanted the most, she could still caress her tenderly. She could still hold her while they fucked on the couch that she had brought with her from Boston.
"Move with me." Rachel whispered against her parted lips and leveraged herself on her heels, pressed behind Quinn's back, to grind up and down. To get herself off against Quinn.
"Don't stop." Quinn's eyes dropped between their bodies and she gulped. She gulped when the wet sounds of their cores slapping together filled her ears, along with their mutual moans of pleasure.
"Are you close?" Rachel's forehead dropped against her temple. She was out of breath and her heart was pumping hard in her chest.
"A few strokes away. I'm fucking close." Quinn tugged her head back and pressed their foreheads together. "Look at me when you come."
"Quinn…" It was hard to keep her eyes open when the pleasure was so much. It was hard to keep them open when she could feel the familiar coil in the pit of her stomach.
"Look at me, Rachel." Quinn pushed forward with her forehead and nuzzled her nose along Rachel's.
"Baby…" Rachel did what she was told. She opened her eyes when the throbbing became stronger. She was rubbing herself on Quinn so fast that they would be left aching for a few hours.
"Stay with me." Quinn grunted with a particular thrust of her own. "Fuck, Rachel…" She cursed and rolled her hips forward. She bucked them up and down, to meet the brunette halfway. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"Holy shit!" Rachel's arms circled her head and tugged it forward. Nose to nose. Lips to lips. They were touching everywhere and it was enough to send them tumbling off the edge.
"Fuck. Fuck. Take it!" Quinn's screams were muffled by Rachel's lips. Her moans were swallowed by the tongue slipping inside her mouth. She sucked on Rachel's tongue while her core fluttered in pleasure, gushing all over the brunette who was doing just the same.
"Quinn…Quinn, fuck!" Rachel pulled from her lips to breathe. She breathed in and kept on riding her orgasm out. She kept riding it right against the blonde, who was doing the same.
"I love you." Quinn slumped forward, in Rachel's arms.
"I love you too." Rachel nuzzled the side of her face with hers. She locked her forearms around the back of her head and just held her close.
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"Quinn?" Rachel kissed the inside of her elbow, where she was lying on and draped her own arm over the arm circling her waist from behind.
"Mm?" Quinn nuzzled her face against the back of her head and pulled her close. It was just a natural reaction since the night they had made love for the first time.
"Do you want kids?" Rachel's fingers laced through the girl's hand. Their matching engagement rings clicked together when she did it.
"I don't think I can go at it again, Rach." Quinn mumbled against her hair. "Tomorrow?"
"God, not what I meant." Rachel chuckled and brought her palm to her lips. She kissed the woman's palm, who curled around her and nuzzled her face into her hair.
"Sorry?" Quinn frowned in her state of semi-unconsciousness.
"You're too cute." Rachel left another kiss against her palm and nudged the blonde back, just to roll around to face her. The moment she settled down, Quinn drew her closer.
"Rach…" Quinn reached forward until she could feel her closer. Until they were sharing the same pillow and almost breathing the same air.
"I want to have a family with you, Quinn." Rachel's thumb brushed over the high cheekbones and down, across the firm jawline. "I don't care if they'll look like me or like you, as long as they'll learn how to love like you do." She settled down to close her eyes, content of just lying in her woman's arms.
"Or like you do." Quinn cleared her throat and reached for Rachel's wrist. She brought their arms between their bodies and used the other one to tug her in.
"You're awake?" Rachel's eyes opened faster. She took notice of how Quinn struggled to open those hazel eyes that warmed her all over.
"Hard to sleep when your fiancée wants to talk about having your babies at 4 in the morning." Quinn's frowning lips turned into a smirk. An unnerving smirk that Rachel loved, like any other part of Quinn.
"Sorry, I know you're exhausted between your long working hours and the wedding and-"
"And the amazing sex?" Quinn chuckled and leaned down to kiss her doubts away. "I'll never be too tired to talk about our future."
"We never talked about kids and I know it's premature." Rachel looked away. "But what if we disagree on this? What if you don't want kids because…"
"Because of Beth?" Quinn's hand reached up to tuck her sweaty hair back. "If you had asked me about it a few years ago, I would have probably said no. That I wouldn't have wanted to have another child."
"Oh…" Rachel nodded tersely, looking down at their joined hands.
"But that was before you. It was before us." Quinn used their joined hands to lift her head by the chin and look into her eyes, despite the darkness. "I see people die every day, Rachel. You know it's the thing I hate the most about my job."
"You save more lives than what you lose, Quinn. You help people." Rachel brought her palm to her lips. "You saved that little girl's father. She can only thank you for that."
"I know…" Quinn nodded. "But my point is that life is too short not to live it fully." She leaned her forehead down against Rachel. "You and I are building something beautiful together, but when I picture it, in my mind, it's not just the two of us."
"You're saying what I think you're saying, Quinn?" Rachel leaned in to kiss her softly.
"Maybe two or maybe three." Quinn whispered against her lips. "We can figure it out how to get there, but I want the same thing you want, Rachel. I want a family with you."
"And Beth?" Rachel's hand dropped between their bodies to caress the four letters inked on Quinn's hipbone.
"She will always be my special thing, but even if I gave birth to her, I will never be her mother." Quinn kissed her forehead. "Shelby is raising her like her daughter, like your Dads did with you and like we could do, with our own children."
"You're okay with that? Really?" Rachel caressed the small tattoo and leaned more into her touch, nuzzling her forehead against her chin.
"It still hurts, but it's the best thing for everyone. For Beth, for me and for us." Quinn nuzzled the top of her hair. "If I had gotten pregnant with Beth now, I would have never given up on her."
"Cause you're no longer a sixteen girl with nothing to offer?" Rachel tucked her head under her chin and rested it there, with her ear pressed over her heart.
"Cause I have you by my side." Quinn's arm circled the back of her head. "If I had a child now, I would have nothing to be scared of as long as you stood by side."
"So, hypothetically speaking, you'd want a child with me?" Rachel nuzzled her chest slowly.
"I'd rather go for a couple, at least, but we can think about it when time comes." She kissed the crown of her head. "Yes, hypothetically speaking, yes."
"I love you, Quinn." Rachel pressed a kiss against the skin above her heart and circled the blonde's body with her arms. She had no intentions to let her go.
Not for the remaining hours of sleep they had.
Not ever.
If ever our love was concealed
No one can say that we didn't feel a million things
And a perfect dream of life
Gone, fragile but free
We remain tender together
(Something About You - Cary Brothers)
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