A/N: Another chapter for you guys. You get a lot of Faberry lovin' in this one. Just to clarify some things about this chapter it's 3 weeks after the previous one Chapter 9. In total since this story started it's been 5 weeks.
Italics are singing.
Just to touch on some things. There will be mentions of Pezberry in this story, but there will not actually be any Pezberry, so no worries there. Some people said they're actually thinking Santana is better for Rachel or they like her more, which I get because Quinn has been a bit of a pain but I'm hoping this can clear that up for you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and it is sad nor do I own Mamma Mia And all mistakes are of course mine.
"You're free to go in Miss Berry." Vicki informed the small brunette when she approached.
"Thank you Vicki," Rachel smiled at the secretary before making her way into Quinn's office, tea and coffee in hand.
"Hey you," Quinn shot up from behind her desk and went to greet the tiny diva.
"Hi," Rachel pecked Quinn's lips before handing her the cup of tea.
"Is this?" Quinn trailed off as she opened the lid a smile instantly forming, "You didn't have to go out of your way to get this Rachel."
"I know, but I wanted to," Rachel watched as Quinn tipped the cup back, smiling when the blonde let out a moan at the taste.
"Thank you," Quinn smiled before resting her hand on Rachel's neck and bringing her forward to capture the girl's lips in a searing kiss. Quinn nipped Rachel's bottom and slipped her tongue in when the girl's lips parted. Rachel wrapped her free arm around Quinn's waist and pulled her closer. After a minute or so the two separated allowing themselves a chance to breath. "So how has your day been?" Quinn asked leading Rachel back over to her desk. Quinn had long ago given up on Rachel ever sitting at her conference table. Ever since that incident with Julie she noticed Rachel wasn't too fond of said table, the tiny brunette avoided it actually.
"It's been alright. I'm kind of running on caffeine at the moment." Rachel answered leaning against Quinn's side of the desk while the blonde sat in her chair.
"Rach," Quinn scolded. "You gotta get some sleep."
"I know, I know. Trust me, I know. I used to have a full sleep routine back when I was in high school. I always made sure I got eight hours and all that jazz, and it definitely made for better days, but I can't get any sleep these days with school and the dinner, and the bar. Its' just time consuming."
"Then quit one of your jobs."
"It's not that easy Quinn. Even with two other people paying rent and helping with groceries and bills, I need the extra job for the money."
"I know," Quinn wrapped her hands around Rachel's leg. "But you've been exhausted lately, and when you're exhausted you're not usually the ball of energy that I know you are."
"I'm sorry," Rachel pressed a kiss to the top of Quinn's head. "I'll try to get more sleep."
"I have an idea," Quinn stated a triumphed smile already gracing her lips.
"Is that right?" Rachel questioned taking a seat on Quinn's lap.
"Uh- yeah- I um," Quinn fumbled over her words. Rachel was sitting on her lap, and Quinn never wore special underwear to help hide her erections, at least not since high school. Okay Quinn regroup. You're fine. It's fine. You're not gonna get hard even though your gorgeous not quite official girlfriend is sitting on her lap.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck, and successfully pulling the lawyer from her thoughts.
"Sorry," Quinn gave Rachel a charming smile before continuing with her original train of thought. "Instead of us going out tonight, why don't you come over tonight, I'll pick you up, and I'll make dinner while you just relax and watch one of the few musicals I own."
Rachel groaned and dropped her head to Quinn's shoulder, "Don't tempt me Quinn Fabray."
"It'll be perfect. I'll open a bottle of wine, and for once in the past two weeks you'll be able to put your feet up and not have to worry about anything."
"I don't know Quinn," Rachel shifted a little and Quinn stiffened immediately. This was not helping her current situation at all.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"It's just, I'm not even sure what this is," Rachel motioned between herself and Quinn. "And I don't want to…" Rachel trailed off not sure how to phrase this.
"To stay over and confuse whatever it is we have going on," Quinn finished for the brunette. Rachel looked down and began to play with her fingers; she didn't want Quinn to take it the wrong way. "Hey," the blonde placed a kiss to Rachel's cheek. "It's okay. I get it."
"You do?"
Quinn nodded. "I'm sorry we haven't exactly changed our status it's just-"
"I know. Don't worry about it baby," the pair froze at Rachel's term of endearment. Neither had ever called the other baby, or babe, sweetheart or anything that ever gave of the commitment vibe. If Quinn was honest she absolutely loved the word coming from Rachel's lips and being directed at her. It made her heart swell in fact. Rachel on the other hand was working to find a way to back track and to proceed as if it hadn't happened. "Don't worry about it Quinn I get it, um I should go though. San said she wanted to talk to me about something and I told her I'd meet her after class."
Hurriedly Rachel got off of Quinn's lap, causing the blonde to break from her trance. "What? But we always spend Thursday afternoons together."
Rachel saw the dejected look at Quinn's face and immediately felt bad. "I know Quinn, I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you."
"Are we still on for dinner?" Quinn questioned a little afraid of the answer she'd get.
"Of course," Rachel leaned up and kissed Quinn. "Pick me up at seven?"
"I'll be there," Quinn walked Rachel to her office door, giving her one last kiss before she made her way to the elevator.
"Vicki," Quinn looked over at her secretary once Rachel was in the elevator. "Can you call Dan, I need a new conference table."
"Miss Fabray we just got the one you have in your office now four months ago." Vicki informed her boss a little confused as to why she would need a new table.
"I know, but- well- it's kind of complicated. Can you call him?"
"Whatever you say Miss Fabray," Vicki smiled/laughed, and picked up her phone. "I'll transfer him."
"Thank you." Quinn turned back into her office and sat her desk waiting for the line to light up. A smile graced her features when she saw the flashing red light. "Danny boy, I need a favor."
Three hours later Bonnie was heading into Quinn's office she stopped in her tracks when she saw two well built men carrying a large box inside. The light brown skinned woman waited for the men to make their way into the office before following in and making a be-line to Quinn who was leaning against the front of her desk with a triumphed smile across her face.
"Quinn, what's going on?" Bonnie questioned as she angled her body to watch the men get to work with opening the box and assembling what looked to be a table.
"New conference table." The blonde stated simply.
"Uh- didn't you get that one," Bonnie pointed at the table, "Like four months ago?"
"Yes."
"Sooo?"
"I just thought it was time for a change."
"Really? Four months later you decided it was time for a change? Quinn, the table before this one we had for three years, and the only reason we got rid of it was because it broke. So again I'll imply my question 'soooo?'"
"Sue me for being indecisive then."
"Mmm, I'll pass. I hear you're kind of lion in the courtroom. Anyway, how was your afternoon with Rachel?"
"Short. She said she made plans with Santana and had to go, although now that I think about it I don't think she actually had plans with Santana."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well she left after she called me baby-"
"Wait. What?" Bonnie interrupted her friend. "She called you baby. Like the endearing term, the pet name? The one that you call your girlfriend or boyfriend?"
Quinn nodded as she relived the moment, a goofy smile forming on her lips. 'I know. Don't worry about it baby… baby… baby. Music to Quinn's ears. Bonnie noticed that Quinn had zoned out and took this as the perfect opportunity to knock some sense into the blonde, so she slapped her.
"Ow, Bonnie, what the hell!?" Quinn reached up to cup her cheek.
"Okay, so let me get this straight, you take two hours every Thursday to spend with Rachel, for the past three weeks anytime you had off, which might I add has increased to a normal amount, you spend with Rachel, you're getting a new conference table because Rachel's uncomfortable with the current one, and you haven't had sex with anyone since the night you called me to find Rachel. Oh and not to mention that she's called you baby… Quinn Fabray so help me If you do not make that woman you're your official girlfriend in the next twelve hours I am going to find her someone else to date and to commit to." Bonnie gave the blonde a lawyer a knowing look.
"Bon-"
"No, Quinn, Rachel doesn't deserve this. I see the way you two look at each other. She's crazy about you and you're just as crazy about her. I know you haven't seen anyone since you met Rachel. I know commitment scares you, but I promise you have nothing to be worried about when it comes to that tiny diva. She looks at you the same you look at her which is like she's the only girl that matters. Just ask her to be your girlfriend."
Quinn let out a deep breath she had no idea she had been holding, "Okay, tonight, I'll ask her tonight. We have dinner plans. Are you sure she'll say yes?"
"Positive, so change your current plans and make up new ones. It needs to be intimate."
"Okay, I have an idea. I asked her earlier to come over for dinner so she could just sleep at my place. She's been really tired lately with school and work, so I kind of wanted to give her an opportunity to relax you know, but-"
"She said she couldn't because you guys aren't official," Bonnie continued for her friend.
"And she doesn't want to make anything complicated," Quinn finished.
"Please tell me you're not planning to sleep with her if she stays."
"What?! No, no. I just want, I don't know. I just want her to get some sleep, and maybe even hold her or something."
"It's cute how into her you are. How are you going to ask her?"
"I don't know. I figured I'd just ask."
"My word Quinn, what would you do without me. You cannot just ask a girl like Rachel to be your girlfriend especially not after three weeks of you two beating around the bush and a total of five weeks dating." Bonnie sighed and turned so that her whole body was facing Quinn. "Okay, listen to me, you're going to make Rachel dinner and while you clean up you're going to have her relax on the couch while she watches a movie or something. Give her a glass of wine and tell her that you've got everything handled. Then when everything's clean you're going to sit next to your girl and take her hands, you look her in the eyes and tell her how you feel." Bonnie saw the hesitant look on Quinn's face and thought to reassure her. "Now I'm aware that you're not the best at sharing your feelings but you're going to do it, and you are going to allow Rachel to see you vulnerable. Then you're going to ask and she's going to say yes, and you'll be happy, and she'll be happy and all will be dandy. Understood?"
Quinn nodded, her heart rate picking up at the thought of Rachel being her girlfriend. This was going to be a big deal for the blonde. She hadn't had a girlfriend since Harmony, and that was two years ago. So one could only imagine that she was how she was feeling.
"I mean, I…I guess I get why she doesn't want to be official it's just I worry you know?" Rachel was currently standing in front of her mirror and fixing her makeup. Santana and Brittany were lying on her bed watching the girl and listening. "What if she's seeing someone else and that's why she doesn't want to date me exclusively. I haven't seen anyone since we started dating, but that doesn't mean she can't be seeing other people."
"Well Rach," Santana said lying on her back. "My advice is that you stop telling Quinn its okay."
"Yeah Rachie, Quinn is probably just scared. Talk to her about the two of you becoming official." Brittany chimed in. "She'll totes say yes if you ask."
"Wait you think I should ask her to be my girlfriend… that seems so off to me for some reason. I mean you've met Quinn, doesn't she seem more like the dominant one?"
"She is the dominant one Rach." Santana confirmed her friend's thought process. "I think Britt just meant you asking her to be exclusive."
"Oh."
Knock, knock.
"I'll get it." Brittany jumped from the bed and ran out of Rachel's room to open the door. Quinn was standing there with a nervous smile and her hands shoved into her dark jean pockets. The blonde was wearing a dark sports jacket with a light gray button down underneath it. "Awww Quinnie you're so cute when you're nervous." Brittany pulled open the door and let Quinn enter. "Rachie's finishing her makeup with San then she'll be ready to go."
"Alright. Thanks Brittany," Quinn smile at the blonde, instantly feeling a bit less nervous in her presence.
"You're asking her to be your girlfriend tonight right?" Brittany questioned from behind the lawyer.
"What?"
"Well you're really nervous, and you're wearing like a classy outfit which Rachel loves. So that means you're asking her to be your girlfriend."
"Uh-" Quinn palmed her neck nervously, "Yeah. That's the plan. I know I haven't really been fair to her with asking her to wait after us dating for two weeks already, and then another three weeks after. I like her a lot Britt, and I want to make her happy."
"You can't just ask her to be your girlfriend because you want to make her happy Q, you have to want to be her girlfriend otherwise Rachie will realize you're not happy and feel really sad then she'll break up with and you'll be sad, then I'll be sad, and Sannie will be sad too."
Quinn couldn't but smile at how adorable her friend was being right now. "I want to be her girlfriend Britt, not just to make her happy, but to make myself happy too."
"Oh. Good. Then it's okay."
"Sorry Quinn," Rachel walked out into the living room in a simple black dress with Santana trailing behind. "I didn't mean to take so long."
"No, it's fine Rachel, I was early anyway. You're right on time actually." Quinn stepped closer to Rachel and laced their fingers together. "And you look beautiful." Rachel blushed under Quinn's gaze causing the blonde to chuckle and to press a quick kiss to Rachel's lips.
A jolt of pain shot through Santana at the action and she looked down to avoid anyone catching her eyes. She wasn't quick enough though Brittany saw it and immediately wanted to wrap her friend in her arms. Yes Santana was trying to get over Rachel, but that didn't mean it didn't still hurt to see her with Quinn sometimes.
"We should go," Quinn spoke completely oblivious to her hopefully soon to be girlfriend's best friend.
"Okay. I'll see you guys later?" Rachel looked back between her roommates who were on opposite sides of her and Quinn. Brittany nodded and Santana looked up with a smile, that Rachel instantly knew was fake. "Are you okay 'Tana?" the brunette asked in a soft whisper.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore from that work out earlier; I'll see you when you get home." Santana pressed a quick kiss to Rachel's cheeks. "I'm gonna go shower. Bye Quinn." Santana missed Quinn's eyes widening at the use of her first name as she turned to go and take a shower. It had been three weeks since Santana had agreed to tolerate the blonde, and not once had she'd a called her Quinn. It had always been Fabray or sometimes even blondie.
"Ready?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah. Come on. Bye Britt."
"Bye Quinnie bye Rachie." The bubbly blonde waved as her friends left the apartment Rachel giving the blonde a small smile as she followed Quinn out.
"So," Quinn began once they got to the street. "Before we hail a cab, we have to choose where we're going."
"We do?"
"Yes. Now I know you said you don't want to sleep over and that's totally fine, but I really want to cook you dinner." Quinn stared into Rachel's eyes in search of any protest or panic. She saw none instead a soft smile, so she continued. "I'll take you home as soon as you ask, I promise. But if it's still too much then we can go to the restaurant I booked the reservations for. It's your choice baby." At that moment Quinn decided to taste how the word sounded on her tongue, and to be honest she loved. She could easily get used to it.
Rachel's cheeks flushed as she looked away. The tiny diva wasn't sure what to make of Quinn calling her baby, she loved it quite honestly, but she knew with the way her heart swooned that it would only hurt more if Quinn decided she didn't want to be exclusive at all.
"Hey," Quinn saw Rachel's hesitation in everything and moved her hand that wasn't holding Rachel's to her cheek. She guided Rachel's face so that they're eyes locked. "If it's too much just tell me, and I'll take you dinner."
"No I- I want to go to your place. We can have dinner, and it'll give me a chance to relax."
"That's all I want." Quinn leaned in and pressed her lips against Rachel's. It was a slow kiss that didn't last too long, but wasn't short enough to be qualified as a short kiss. "Now come on." Quinn kissed Rachel's knuckled while hailing a cab.
Half an hour later Quinn was standing in her kitchen with her jacket hanging on the dining room chair and her sleeves rolled up as she worked on chopping up some vegetables. Rachel was standing at the bar and watching as Quinn prepared the meal she had been rather excited to make for the brunette.
"Do you need any help?"
"No," Quinn smiled up at the brunet watching her. "I've got it, plus you're supposed to be relaxing."
"I am," Rachel defended. "It's relaxing to watch you cook" and a turn on. A major turn on. Rachel thought to herself.
"Is that right?" Quinn raised a single eyebrow.
"Yes," Rachel nodded.
"Well, I aim to please."
"And you succeed."
"I'm happy to hear that. Seriously though Rach, go sit down, and relax. I'll bring in a glass of wine for you."
"Quinn-"
Quinn interrupted before Rachel could finish, "I have Into the Woods, Rent, Mamma Mia, and Le Mis all on DVD."
Rachel's eye brightened at the list of musicals and she instantly found Quinn's living room more exciting than the kitchen. This was the first time Rachel had ever stepped foot in Quinn's loft. It wasn't that Quinn tried to keep it hidden from her it was just that the blonde always picked Rachel up rather than the other way around. Upon first entrance Quinn gave Rachel a tour of the loft. She led Rachel deep inside where they entered a hall that if you continued straight forward led to the master bedroom. On the left was the large kitchen with marble counter top and a white island in the middle. The right was the living room where she had a black couch set up in front of the TV that hung on the wall. Beside the TV was a storage space for movies and games and underneath the TV was a table where she hid her playstation and DVD player. And next the living room were sliding doors that led into the guest room.
"You're really trying to get me out of your kitchen aren't you?"
"I just don't want you to see what I'm making. So please humor me?" Quinn requested a smile.
"I guess," Rachel faked a huge defeat. "I can sacrifice my watching you cook and move on to watching Mamma Mia."
Quinn chuckled and wipped her hands then went to gather a bottle of wine and glass for the brunette. "You know," she whispered in Rachel's ear as she followed her into the living room. "I get the feeling it isn't that large of sacrifice for you."
"Oh, it is." Rachel teased. "To go and watch a musical which I adore. It's a major sacrifice Quinn Fabray, don't underestimate what I'm willing to do for you."
"Yes of course," Quinn picked up the remote from the coffee table she had in front of couch and turned it on. The Mamma Mia menu popped up ready for play to be hit, Quinn had put the movie on before going to pick up Rachel. It was just a random guess on which the brunette would want to watch. She placed the glass on the side table before unplugging to bottle of wine and pouring a glass for the beautiful girl that was getting comfortable on her couch. "You all set gorgeous?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Rachel, do you want to change. I mean I love what you're wearing that dress fits you perfectly, but I get the feeling sweats and a t shirt would be more comfortable. I have some if you'd like to change."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, of course. Come on," Quinn pulled Rachel up from the couch and led her to the master bedroom. She took a minute to dig through her drawers before pulling out a pair of gray sweat pants and a black t-shirt that said The Riot on the front with a lightning bolt going through it and circle surrounding it on the back it had the number 12 with name Fabray over the number. Quinn saw Rachel examining the shirt and palmed the back of her neck, "It's uh- we have some sports leagues between firms and occasionally the cops and fire department… we're the Riot. The shirt is last years. If you want a different one I can get you one. They'll all be pretty big on you though. I mean I have a Nike Just Do It and-"
"Quinn," Rachel wrapped her hand around the blonde's neck and pulled her attention. "It's fine. Thank you," Rachel leaned up and pressed a kiss to Quinn's lips.
And suddenly all of Quinn's nerves disappeared and a dopy smile replaced her features. Her hand ventured up to Rachel's cheek and she caressed her cheek, "You're beautiful Rachel Barbra Berry." Quinn's voice was soft, and sweet. The meaning behind her words making Rachel blush. "Now change," Quinn pecked Rachel's lips. "I'll be working on dinner. You can just press play when you get back into the living room."
"Okay, thank you Quinn."
"It was my pleasure Rachel Berry," Quinn smiled and pecked Rachel's lips one more time before going back into the kitchen to finish up with dinner. Rachel felt herself beaming as she changed into Quinn's sweats and t-shirt.
Quinn had just finished up with dinner when she heard Rachel singing along with the movie,
And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside my window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom
Is there a man out there?
Someone to hear my prayers
The blonde stepped into the living room and watched as Rachel failing miserably as she tried to resist the urge to jump up and dance with music as she sang.
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Quinn couldn't help but find Rachel utterly adorable in that moment, and before she knew it she was sliding into across the floor and landing in front of Rachel on her knees.
Find the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win
It's so different from the world I'm living in
Tired of T.V.
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
Is there a man out there
Someone to hear my prayer
She pulled Rachel up from the couch and together they sang and dance around the apartment.
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Rachel's laughter filled the room as she watched Quinn's antics. It wasn't different seeing Quinn in this environment. She'd never seen the blonde let go as much as she was now.
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Quinn watched as Rachel belted out the words so effortlessly she couldn't resist pulling the girl close and spinning her around the free space she had in the loft.
Someone to hear my prayer
The blonde lawyer let Rachel go so she landed just in front of the guest room doors as she sang the ending.
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Rachel collapsed to the floor in a fit of laughter as images of what had just taken place in the blonde's loft flashed in her memory. Quinn took a minute to try and contain her own laughter as well before walking to over where Rachel was and lying beside her.
"I love your laugh." The blonde stated simply.
"Oh gosh," Rachel covered her face, "I hate my laugh."
"Why?" Quinn popped herself up on her elbow. "It's gorgeous."
"Are you just saying that because you messed up dinner?" Rachel teased as she looked over at the girl. Rachel's eyes locked on to bright hazel one and she immediately felt her heart melt.
"No. I'm saying it because it's true, but dinner is ready if you're hungry." Quinn leaned over and kissed Rachel's cheek.
"Are you going to tell me what you made?"
"No, but I will lead you to the dining room where the food is sitting." Quinn stood back up and held out her hand to Rachel.
"Fair enough." Rachel took the hand offered to her and followed Quinn to the dining room.
"So I was thinking we'd maybe eat in the living room; since we're keeping things casual."
"I'm keeping things casualy." Rachel corrected. "You're still dressed in jeans and that sexy," Rachel pulled on Quinn's arm gently causing the blonde to stop and turn. "Sexy shirt," Rachel reached up to grip on to Quinn's collar. "Did I tell you how sexy you looked tonight Quinn?"
"You did not," Quinn answered huskily. She could feel her member starting to tighten in her jeans at the look in Rachel's eyes which were incredibly darker than they were a minute ago.
"Then allow me to tell you now," Rachel pulled Quinn down by her collar for a bruising kiss. Their bodies flushed together as lips parted and Quinn darted her tongue out to meet Rachel's both girl moaning at the feeling. At this moment Quinn was more than happy that she was wearing pants otherwise she knew she would haven poking Rachel. When breathing became necessary Quinn pulled away from the tiny brunette with a smile. "You look very sexy tonight Quinn," Rachel mumbled.
"Thank you Rachel Berry. You don't look so bad yourself. Now, are you ready to eat?"
"Indeed."
An hour later found Quinn finishing up with the dishes and heading back into the living room where Rachel was sitting on the couch watching Law and Order. It was a guilty pleasure that both girls shared.
"Hey," Quinn whispered as she sat next to the tiny diva.
"Hi," Rachel leaned back into Quinn and laced one of their hands together. "Thank you for dinner. It was amazing." This was by far the most intimate the two girls had been since they started dating. Rachel wasn't sure where it was coming from, but she loved. She loved having Quinn as close as she was now.
"Rach-" Quinn stopped and tried to gather her thoughts. This was the moment. This was the time she was supposed to ask that question, but nerves were taking over again, and Quinn didn't know where to start.
"Yeah?"
"I um- just- damn it," Quinn mumbled. "Okay, it's just- today I-"
"Hey," Rachel turned against Quinn and cupped her cheek. "Just breathe. Try again."
Quinn took a deep breath before nodding and trying again. "I'm not really good with my feelings Rachel Berry. In fact, I suck when it comes to my feelings. It's kind of how I've always been, so please bare with me on this okay?" Rachel nodded and Quinn continued. "I well; I like you Rachel, a lot. And I've been a complete and total idiot for the past five weeks. I've had you right in front of me this whole time, and have just been too afraid to make anything official between us, and that's not fair to you. You're amazing Rachel," Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist. "And I haven't been able to even think about being with anyone else since I met you, and today in my office when you called me baby, it did something to me. It made me realize that I need to woman up and make you mine. I don't want to date anyone else Rachel, and I don't want you dating anyone else. I don't like sharing." A smile was breaking across Rachel's face at Quinn's words. She had been waiting for this since the incident with Julie three weeks ago when she told Quinn she was a commitment type of girl. "I guess what I'm trying to say… or rather ask is well… Rachel Barbra Berry, will you be my official girlfriend?"
Rachel was silent for a beat, "You're not just asking me so I'll stay over are you?"
Quinn laughed and shook her head, "No, I'll still take you home."
Rachel shook her head, "I don't want to go home." She surged forward and pressed her lips against Quinn's. The blonde instinctively held the girl closer as she pushed her tongue into Rachel's mouth. Tan hands tangled in blonde hair and massaged the scalp. After a minute of heavy kissing Rachel pulled back.
"I certainly hope that yes, otherwise that is the worst and best no anyone could ever receive," Quinn said a little breathless.
Rachel smiled and pulled Quinn in for another kiss mumbling, "That was most definitely yes," against her lips before crashing them together.
Song: Gimme Gimme Gimme the Mamma Mia version
Finally they're official. About time. I'm not quite sure where I'll go from here. I was thinking some Santana times, so you guys can see how the whole getting over Rachel deal is going. I don't know, let me know what you guys think.
Also a good amount of my reviews are going back and forth between Brittany and Santana and Bonnie and Santana. I'm intrigued as to what your opinions that is.
The next story I will be updating will be A Howl In The Night. No other story will be touched until that one has been updated.
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