AN: Thank you to all who have taken the time to read, review, and/or alert my stories. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: Glee is, unfortunately, not mine.
Quinn's POV
I breath a sigh of relief as I pull into McKinley's parking lot and see Rach's bike. I park the jeep next to it and hop out, making sure to lock it, before taking off at a jog towards the school. She's so lucky that I love her, otherwise I'd beat the hell out of her for scaring me like that.
"Rachel," I call out as I make my way into the weight room, and sure enough she's murdering a punching bag. "Rach," I say again as I walk up to her and wrap her in my arms from behind. She immediately goes limp and leans back into my embrace. I love the fact that I'm the only person who can calm her down with just a simple touch.
"Sorry," she says quietly as she turns in my embrace to face me.
"What are you sorry about?" I question while furrowing my brows in confusion.
"I know you were worried when I ran off, but...I don't know, I just needed to be angry for a bit I guess. I knew you'd be able to calm me down and I didn't want to be calmed," she tells me with an apologetic smile.
"You're right I was insanely worried, then I was pissed, but know I'm just relieved," I tell her as I walk backwards to the benchpress bench. I sit down with her straddling me and feel a sense of deja-vu.
"Well isn't this familiar," Rachel says with a smirk before she pulls me into a fiery kiss. I force my tongue into her mouth and moan loudly as she begins to suck on it.
"Mmm it really is, I moan out as she begins to kiss her way down my neck. I let out another loud moan as she begins to suck harshly on my pulsepoint, that immediately turns into a frusterated whine when my phone rings loudly.
"Don't answer it," she mumbles against my neck before biting down.
"I have to," I mumble in annoyance. "Hello?" I ask a little harshly into my phone as I answer.
"Damn girl calm yo tits," Santana says from the other side.
"Sorry you just kinda interrupted something," I tell her as I gently push Rachel off me and stand to put some distance between us. Santana already told us that if we have sex while she's on the line again she's going to do bad things to us.
"Oh yeah? Does this mean you've found my cousin then? Cause Puck's going out of his mind right now," Santana questions.
"Yeah she's at the school. Tell the others not to worry and that we'll be back later," I tell her with a smirk aimed at Rachel, who was pouting like a child and now has an excited grin on her face.
"Why lat...Eww! You guys are like fucking rabbits," Santana complains and I laugh.
"Please Tana, you and Britt are the exact same way so you have no room to talk," I tell her through my laughter.
"It's true S," I hear Britt say and now I'm laughing to hard to speak. "Fuck you Q," San tells me before she hangs up. I pull the phone away and take a few deep breaths to stop my laughter.
"What's so funny?" Rachel asks from where she's sitting on the benchpress again.
"Your cousin," I tell her with another chuckle as I stalk towards her. She grins at me and pulls me onto her this time. As soon as I'm straddling her she pulls me into a kiss and sticks her hands under my shirt. I moan loudly as she pushes past my bra and starts tweaking my nipples.
She breaks the kiss and pushes my shirt up before attaching herself onto my right nipple, her right hand still playing with my left one. Just as her right hand starts moving towards my center someone opens the door to the weight room and I jump off of her like she's on fire.
"Come the fuck on!" Rachel whines out in frustration. I can't even bring myself to taunt her in anyway, cause I feel the exact same way.
"Oh...hey Quinn," a freshman Cheerio greets me awkwardly as her and another baby Cheerio walk in in workout clothes.
"Hello," I greet them with a forced smile before turning to Rachel who's glaring at the floor. I grab her arm and pull her up, giving her a quick kiss when she pouts at me, and leading her out of the room.
"Why oh why do I keep getting twat-swatted?" Rachel whines, still pouting.
"Oh calm down Rach. I'm not happy about it either but at least now we can go home and do it," I tell her with a playful scowl as we reach the jeep and her bike.
"Mine or yours?" she asks with a grin.
"Are you bipolar?" I ask with a laugh.
"I am when it comes to my insanely sexy fiancee and sex," she tells me with a shrug as she straddles her bike.
"Lets go back to your place, cause you know mine doesn't have sound-proofed rooms," I tell her as I climb into the jeep.
"'Kay. Love you and see you there," she tells me before starting her bike and zipping out of the lot. I scowl at her as she disappears down the street and follow her at a more reasonable pace.
Rachel's POV
I chuckle to myself, knowing that Quinn's most likely scowling at me for taking off the way I did. I know that I'll most likely get slapped by her later, but eh...
"Are you fucking insane?!" Noah shouts as I pull into the driveway and shut off my bike.
"What?" I ask in confusion.
"You had everyone worried sick about you!" he yells as he walks to stand in front of me.
"Oh...that," I mutter sheepishly.
"Yes that," Noah growls out in frustration.
"Look I just needed to get away. You know how I get when I'm pissed, and I didn't want to say something stupid," I tell him, pleading with my eyes for him to understand. He tries to stay mad at me, but after about thirty seconds of my pout he gives in and wraps me up in a hug. He breaks it as Quinn pulls into the driveway and backs away a few steps.
"Mom's inside," he tells me and I whimper slightly.
"Fuck," I whisper before hopping into the passenger side of the jeep before Quinn can get out. "Maybe we should go to your house bonita," I tell her in a panicky voice.
"Why?" she asks in confusion, but before I can answer Shelby shouts from the door.
"Rachel get in here!"
"That," I say in a defeated tone.
"Don't worry baby I'll be with you," she tells me with a reassuring smile. I manage to smile back, weakly, before hopping out of the jeep and waiting for Quinn at the front. She takes my hand with another smile and we head inside.
"What were you thinking?" Shelby asks as soon as I walk in the room. Damn that's a popular question.
"Is this question going to be asked all day? Cause if so I might as well go and print out the answer so I don't have to keep repeating myself," I bite out in frustration. They're all acting like I'm a baby that can't take care of themself.
"Don't get smart with me Rae," Shelby snaps back. My daddy places a hand on her shoulder and she takes a deep breath. "You had us worried sick Rachel," she tells me, this time a bit calmer.
"I gathered," I say wryly before speaking again quickly at the looks on their faces. "Look I'm sorry, but I was pissed, still am actually, and needed to get away before I said something I'd regret later," I explain.
"Please don't do it again mija. If you need to be by yourself then go into the basement, I know that you and Noah like to workout when you're angry or upset, that's why the gym's down there," Papi tells me with a small smile. I give them all a smile of my own before nodding and pulling Quinn upstairs by her hand.
"We'll be down later," I shout from the top and then rush into my room, locking the door behind us.
"Ok guys I have some great news," Mr. Shue says excitedly as he literally skips into the room, our mom behind him.
"If you say Journey I will quit right this very second," Santana snarks from her seat, Britt's head on her shoulder.
"Better," Shue says with a shit eating grin on his face. Well this can't be good.
"And?" Blaine prompts gently.
"Finn's going to be back at school next wednesday," he tells us and I can see him holding back a squeal of delight. Just barely. Called it.
"And?" Blaine asks again, this time with more than a little bite.
"What do you mean and?" Mr. Shue asks in confusion, his brow furrowed.
"What Blainers means to say Mr Shue, is why should we care that Finn's coming back to school? He's not our problem anymore," Brittany clarifies nonchalantly with a shrug. I outright laugh at the scandalized look on Shue's face but he ignores me. He's actually been doing that a lot since school started back.
"Brittany Finn was never a problem, he was a member of this team, and I think we should all rally around him when he comes back to show him that he's still apart of this team," Shue tells us and I can literally feel the anger rolling off Noah, San, and Quinn in waves. I can also tell that everyone in the club's pissed at what was just said, and I can see my mom shaking her head and biting her tongue.
"Fuck that!" Santana shouts, staying seated only because of Brittany's head on her shoulder.
"Santana watch your language, and I know you don't like Finn, but you still need to respect him," Mr. Shue tells her, trying to reprimand her. I'm just chuckling to myself quietly at all of the bullshit spewing forth from his mouth.
"No! We don't have to respect him," Blaine says angrily. This takes Mr. Shue aback, because he was expecting it from me, Noah, Quinn, or Santana, not Blaine.
"Blaine you don't even know him-"
"No I don't, but I sure as hell know what he did to my sister," Blaine spits out in disgust, interrupting whatever bullshit was fixing to fall out of Shue's mouth next.
"Look you guys-"
"No you look Mr. Shue," Quinn starts, interrupting him again. "If you let him back into this club then you won't have a club. Rachel and Puck will leave, along with Blaine and Santana, I sure as hell will leave and I know Britt will as well. If we leave then I know Sam's going."
"Obviously," Sam says with an eyebrow raise.
"As will I Mr. Shue," Kurt says.
"Kurt?!" Mr. Shue questions, betrayal in his eyes.
"Look I know Finn's my brother, but I can't condone what he did, and I can't even begin to comprehend how you can," Kurt says, disappointment written all over his face.
"We'll leave too," Tina says, talking about her and Mike.
"You see? We don't need you, you need us," Quinn tells him with her HBIC out to play.
"Rachel," Shue turns to me, desperation radiating off of him. "You've been quiet. What are you thinking?"
"That you're a damn fool if you think I'm going to stay in the same club as Finn Hudson," I tell him in a bored tone. He looks like someone told him his mother died once the words are out of my mouth and I, once again, laugh at his expression.
"I thought you were a forgiving person?" Shue mumbles as he switches to glaring at me. Santana and Noah look like they're fixing to attack him, but I shake my head.
"I am. I've already forgiven that bastard for what he did, but just because I've forgiven does not mean I've forgotten. There's a difference between that, and there's also a difference between right and wrong. I think you should learn the both of them," I tell him before I grab my things, and Quinn's hand, and leave the room.
"Are you ok baby?" Quinn asks as I pull out of the parking lot. I look over to her and give her a small smile.
"Yeah bonita I'm ok," I say as I take her hand and kiss the back of it. I then lace our fingers together and head towards my house, knowing that the others will be there soon.
So quick question. Would you like to see this story in other POV's beside Rachel's? I know I've done Quinn's slightly, but would you like more of them? If so then who? Please review and thanks for reading! = )
