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Chapter 9

"Rachel?"

I tear my gaze away from Quinn and turn to face Shelby.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I asked how school was going."

"Oh, it's good, thanks." I smile politely. "How's work?"

Shelby laughs. "Do you even know what I do?"

"Uh, no." I blush.

"I run a musical day care."

"Really? That's cool."

"I'm glad you think so, because all of my 'clients' would rather have a nap than put on a performance."

I let out a laugh, finally starting to relax around the woman. Slowly, I let my gaze fall back on Quinn, who's pushing Beth on the swings, pulling faces every time the giggling toddler swung towards her.

"She's good with her, a natural." Shelby comments, following my eyes.

"Yeah." I smile.

"How long have you been together?"

"Almost 3 months, in fact we officially got together the day you visited."

"That's nice. I don't need to give you 'the talk' do I?"

"What?" I cringe. "No, we're… good thanks."

"Do they even cover gay sex in school?"

"I can't believe we're actually talking about this but no, I don't think so."

"Well, they should. Maybe I'll make a call to your principal."

"Please don't, like I said, we're good."

"Oh." Shelby said, her cheeks flushing as she finally understood what I was saying. "Right. Okay then."

"I, um, appreciate it though."

"No problem. I know there will be things you might not be comfortable discussing with your dads so if you ever need me, I'm only a phone call away, okay?"

"Okay." I smile.

The sound of crying filled our ears as Quinn carried a bawling Beth towards us.

"I… I don't know what happened, one second she was laughing, the next, this." The blonde explains.

"She's probably just hungry. Here, I'll settle her down." Shelby says, holding her arms out.

Quinn's face falls as soon as Beth stops crying once she's in Shelby's arms, so I pull her down onto the bench next to me.

"It's only your first time meeting her, she'll warm up to you." I whisper and she visibly relaxes slightly.

We spend another half an hour chatting with Shelby before I ring my dad to pick us up.


When Holly Holliday comes in to talk to the glee club about sex education, I worry that Shelby has actually rung the principal but luckily, she just gives a short speech before bursting into song, the whole club getting up and joining in.

Earlier in the week when Mr Schuester had announced that it was 'Sexy' week, I'd initially panicked. I didn't have much sex appeal, which Santana not so kindly pointed out, making a comment about my tights. Quinn had jumped to my defence, but it had still stung.

Whilst I was no longer wearing animal sweaters, my clothes weren't exactly fashionable and I knew that if I wasn't dating Quinn, I'd be at the bottom of the social hierarchy, even though she wasn't on the Cheerios anymore.

I own 'sexy' clothes, I just wouldn't be confident enough to wear them in public. However, maybe I could just wear them for my girlfriend.

As a plan hatches in my mind, I look over at Quinn, laughing at something Santana just said, and grin. Sexy week was about to get a hell of a lot sexier.


"Okay close your eyes." I shout through the door to my ensuite.

"Closing." Quinn calls back.

"Are they closed?"

"Yes Rach." She chuckles.

I pull at the hem of my incredibly short skirt and take a deep breath before walking into my room and seeing Quinn sat on the bed, her eyes closed.

"You better not do anything to make me jump." She comments.

I laugh. "No, but your heart might skip a beat anyway."

"What?" She asks, an adorable, confused expression on her face.

"Open your eyes."

Slowly, she reveals the hazel, only for it to immediately darken. Her jaw hangs open as she looks me up and down.

"I… wow."

"You like?" I tease. "I bought it for Britney week but never got the chance to show it off."

I was wearing a schoolgirl outfit similar to the one Britney wears in the video for Baby One More Time.

Quinn was still staring at me, speechless.

"Babe?" I laugh. "Wow and you always joke about me drooling."

"I… er… wow."

"You said that."

I move closer to the bed, and she scoots to the edge, meeting me halfway. I sit on her lap and her hands hover before landing on my hips.

"Uh, uh, uh." I smirk, taking her hands off me and pushing her until she's on her back, pinning her hands above her head. "No touching."

"Why?" She whines.

"Because I said so."

I take one of the ties out of my hair and use it to join her wrists together before sliding off her and kneeling at the foot of the bed.

She tries to sit up, but I give her a stern look and she falls back down.

"Stay still." I instruct, lifting her dress above her hips and pulling her underwear off.

I plant two soft kisses on her inner thighs, inhaling her scent before diving into her heat, licking a broad strip along her centre.

"Fuck." She hisses.

Gaining more confidence every second I begin sucking on her clit and she squirms.

"I said, stay still." I say, hearing her moan in response.

This time, as I lean in again, I slip my tongue inside her, feeling her walls twitch around me. As I twist, curl, and pump my tongue, her hips start moving again so I reach up and pin her down with my hands.

"Rach… I'm gonna…"

She didn't need to finish her sentence as she climaxed, twitching around my tongue. I let her ride out the high before cleaning her up and moving to straddle her again, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself.

"Fuck that was hot."

I glance at the clock, seeing we still had an hour before my dads got home.

"You haven't seen anything yet." I smirk.


I used to think I could do anything, but song writing was harder than anticipated. Especially when Quinn kept shooting down my ideas.

"No, you can't write a song about a headband."

"I don't see why not. It's not like I want to write a song about… being an only child." I pause. "Ooh, actually…"

"No." Quinn interrupts, knowing where I was going. "People don't want to listen to songs about that, they wanna be able to relate, you need to write about love or heartbreak."

"People can relate to being an only child." I pout.

"Come on, the club is writing an anthem for the final number, we just need to come up with a ballad type song for your solo."

I smile, the memory of being awarded the Regionals solo coming back to me. I'd been so happy that even though I hadn't been with them the whole time, they still voted for me. Santana had been a bit huffy about it but after a stern glare from Quinn, she'd congratulated me too.

"You're right. I'm not sure I can write about heartbreak though, having never experienced it."

"Really? What about with the guy you slept with?"

"I'm gay Quinn, you think a guy is going to break my heart?" I laugh.

"Alright, fair enough. What about coming to terms with your sexuality? Or when you figured out you liked me, but I was with Finn?"

"I like that." I nod, starting to write whatever comes to my mind when I thought about my feelings when Quinn was still with Finn and before I knew it, 'Get It Right' was born.


"Guys I love it, this song is amazing, how did you come up with it?" I ask after our first run through of 'Loser Like Me.'

"We had a lot of inspiration from all the crap Coach Sue has put us through." Santana smirks. "It was a group effort really."

"Is Santana Lopez giving credit to others?" Quinn teases.

"Shut it Blondie."

"Let's take it from the top." Mr Schue announces and after a few more run throughs, I feel like we may have a shot of winning Regionals, despite deciding to write our own songs only a few days before the competition.


"How does it feel having to face the Warblers?" I ask Blaine as we board the bus.

"I knew it would happen eventually and it will be interesting to see the dynamic seeing as I used to get given all the solos, which isn't a brag by the way."

"No, I get it, last year I was in a choir and used to get a lot of the solos so I would be curious to see who replaced me."

"Either way, they've got no chance against us." He grins before taking his seat next to Kurt, leaving me to move to the back where Quinn was waiting.


The joy on Quinn's face when we're announced winners makes my heart leap and I dread to think how miserable she would've been if I hadn't convinced her to quit the Cheerios.

My dads take us out for dinner at Breadstix to celebrate.

"Congratulations girls." Dad toasts.

Grinning, Quinn, and I clink our glasses against his.

"We couldn't have done it without Rachel." Quinn adds.

"Please, you did fine without me last year." I laugh.

"I beg to differ, we had to come up with a setlist the day of a competition! Without you we wouldn't have performed original songs and we definitely wouldn't have had 'Get It Right' which I reckon was the song to push us over the rest."

"Coming up with a last minute setlist was impressive though, and it wasn't through choice, Sue sold your original choices. Plus, I couldn't have written that song without you as inspiration."

"So, you're glad I stuck with Finn for a while after we met then?" She teases.

"Hmm I never said that." I chuckle.

"Who wrote the other song?" My pop interrupts.

"It was a group effort, minus Quinn and me."

"Well, it was very good, I liked it."

"Yeah, me too." I sigh, Quinn puts her hand on my thigh.

"Of course, we loved your song too sweetheart." Dad says, nudging Pop.

"Oh, yes, of course."

I frown, suspecting there was something wrong but chose not to press at this moment in time.

"Thanks." I smile awkwardly. "So, what's everyone having?"


Ever since our alcohol fuelled kiss, Blaine and I had been growing closer and I'd now consider him my closest friend, aside from Quinn obviously, so when he had the idea to host a benefit night to raise money for the Academic Decathlon team, as well as for Nationals, I was the first to agree.

Once everyone was on board, we decided on the theme 'Night Of Neglect' where we would sing songs by neglected artists.

Luckily for us, Holly Holliday was in town, and she always had the best ideas, plus her performing would certainly bring in a small crowd at the least.


On the night of the concert, Mercedes went into full diva mode as we were both competing for the closing spot.

"So, Mercedes apparently is refusing to perform now." Blaine said, sitting down next to me.

"Your point?" I laugh.

"You should let her go on last."

"What? If we give her what she wants now, she'll always do this to get what she wants. She's like a toddler."

"Rachel, Kurt said that before you got here, she used to get all the solos. When was the last time you heard her sing?"

"I… I'm not sure."

"Exactly. I can't tell you what to do, but I think she deserves this a lot more than you do, especially after Regionals."

"Damn why are you always right?" I chuckle.

"It's a blessing and a curse, and by the way, Mercedes is in her car." He shrugs before walking away, leaving me to do the right thing.

As I sit in the audience a few moments later, watching Mercedes sing, I knew I'd made the right choice. I turn my gaze to Quinn beside me and smile at how perfect my life was right now.