AN: This chapter took way longer than I planned to write. With me having a nasty hangover for most of the weekend and a general lack of motivation, aka Fallout 4, I kept on putting this back and back. But by the time I finished writing it I think I have found my groove again. Next chapter will be in a few days time, most likely the weekend.
Anyways, Enjoy the read!
In the end all she wanted was ever Her.
After a round of morning coffee the four girls head back to the Berry household. Rachel gave up a silent prayer of thanks that the house was not burned down. Leading the way through the front door, the two dogs were happy to see their owners once more, but other than a mess in the kitchen and a stack of movies near the TV the house was surprisingly clean.
"I need to get Brittany back home before 10. I have to say, this was a good night." Santana offered a hug to both of the girls before going to grab Brittany's hand.
"Same time next week?" Rachel teased, Quinn making gagging sounds from her position near the sink.
"Just not as much liquor next time around." Santana said, bringing a head to her forehead, "I am still spinning, I think I am going to spend the rest of the day in bed."
"But I thought we were going to have sweet lady kisses?" Brittany whined from next to Santana. Who blushed red and leaned up to press a kiss to Brittany's cheek.
"Best get to that, you know how Brittany gets." Quinn teased, wrapping her arms around Rachel from behind and placing her chin on the top of her head. The perfect height and fit it seemed. Rachel crossed her arms and stared at Santana and Brittany.
"Fine fine, we're get out of you two hairs." Santana shrugged a she grabbed Brittany's hand and offered the two other girls a short goodbye and a wink.
Once the two were finally alone, Quinn kept her position, shoving her nose into Rachel's hair before turning to rest her cheek on the top of her head, "We smell really bad."
Rachel turned in Quinn's arms and leaned up to press a kiss to the underside of the blonde's jaw, "We still have a date tonight, and I don't care if you're too hungover."
"How is it that you drank more than I did and not wanting to curl into bed with me?" Quinn arched an eyebrow.
"Well, I should be throwing into a big long yelling match about how we all drunk and drove, was chased by the Cops at one point, and God knows what else we did..-" Rachel started, Quinn flinching slightly. But she moved from Quinn's arms running to the one of the nearby restroom, the sounds of dry heaving echoing through the house.
Quinn moved right after her girlfriend, her own stomach still uneasy and acting up. But she tried her hold back her best and hold her girlfriend's hair as she emptied her stomach once more. Quinn's fingers moving to weave through Rachel's brown hair, softly massaging along the scalp.
Wetting a washcloth under the sink, Quinn brought it to wipe off Rachel's face and cheeks. The girl sighing as the warmth washed over her. Though Quinn was dump the cloth into Rachel's lap and shove her face into the toilet, motioned for Rachel to look away. Rachel wrapped her arms tight around Quinn once both had finished emptying their stomachs from round two .
Quinn sat with her back against the tub with Rachel in between her legs. Her brown head resting on her girlfriend's chest, snuggled tight with Quinn's arms pressing her tight against her form. Quinn's head rested on top of Rachel's head.
"You know, there is no going back now. You have seen me throw up like four times this morning." Rachel mumbled as she shut her eyes, the glaring whiteness of the light in the bathroom not helping her headache. She buried her face into Quinn's chest, trying to ignore the smell of vomit and booze.
"Oh that is the point of no return?" Quinn tried to give an amused grin but only managed a weak smile, "Come on, I am going to hurt my back from sitting like this."
"But I don't want to move." Rachel whined and only tighten her grip on Quinn.
Taking a few moments to steady herself, she wrapped her arms tight around Rachel, "Wrap your legs around me." The brown haired girl followed without word and wrapped her long slender legs around Quinn. The blonde tried to ignore how nice they actually felt around her and focused on the task of somehow not to throw up and carry Rachel up two flight of stairs. Damn her massive house.
The blonde used the tub as her support, pushing her back into it as she stood on shaky legs. Thankfully years of cheerleading enable her to carry and catch women of all sizes. Which in hindsight might explain a number of things.
They made it to the bottom of the first stairs before a wave of dizziness rushed over Quinn. Resting against the wall, Rachel seemed to be half way asleep in her arms, hugging on tight to the blonde.
'Of course she would pass out within moments.' The blonde grumbled to herself, before pushing off the wall and climbing up the stairs.
Quinn wondered if this is how Sam felt carrying Fordo up Mount Doom. She knew she was being a little bit over dramatic, but with the amount she drank last night and Rachel's dead weight in her arms, it was a climb up those stairs.
Finally reaching the hallway that lead to Rachel's bedroom, the blonde gave a sigh of relief and opened the door to Rachel's bedroom with her foot. Max and Roxie laid next to each other on the floor, their ears and heads peeking up looking at the two girls.
"Great help you two were." Quinn mumbled to the two dogs who just looked up at the blonde with puppy eyes.
Quinn finally placed Rachel onto her bed and tried to disconnect the brown haired girl from her form, but Rachel kept on a steel grip, "No. Stay."
Like Quinn was going anywhere other than Rachel's side, but she really wanted to shower. But with Rachel's eyes half open and a small smile on her lips, the blonde couldn't ever say no to Rachel when she looked that adorable.
Quinn laid down next to Rachel, the smaller girl forming into the blonde's side and giving a happy sigh, "I like you taking care of me."
Though Quinn's head was throbbing and her breath smelled like something died in it, she couldn't help a smile. Wrapping her arm around Rachel tight, "Next time, let's not listen to Santana."
But Rachel had already slipped back under to sleep, Quinn giving a small sigh and looking down at the girl in her arms. It was a funny thing, she had never allowed herself to even dream that this would happen. During the months of living with Rachel she had of course fallen head over heels for the girl, Quinn wasn't even sure if she was lesbian or not, sure she has looked at other girls, but there was just something about Rachel that always held an power over her.
Rachel mumbled in her sleep and pressed her cheek against Quinn's chest, "Quinnnn..-" The blonde's face flushed red at the obvious moan that came from her girlfriend's mouth. Lucky Rachel shifted a bit before settling in against Quinn again. Quinn herself shifted a small bit before shutting her eyes and allowing Rachel's warm body null her to sleep.
It was middle of the afternoon by the time Rachel's eyes finally peeked open. Her mouth was extremely dry but at least the pounding in her head was only a slight buzzing in the edge of her head. Arching her head up, the breath caught in her breath at the sight of a peaceful and adorable Quinn sleeping softly.
Reaching up she pressed a kiss to Quinn's cheek before gently unwrapping herself from around Quinn. She still had a date to get ready for and finish planning. The blonde mumbled in her sleep and turned onto her side. Rachel paused, holding her breath until Quinn's breathing evend out again. She did not want Quinn waking up just yet.
First things first though, she needed a shower.
Quinn threw her arm out, reaching for the warm spot where Rachel should be. Whining slightly, she opened her eyes trying to find where her sleeping partner was. The bed next to her was cold and the sun was starting to lower, not realizing that she slept so long she jumped out of the bed. Why didn't Rachel wake her up for their date?
Her mind finally woke up fully and spotted the neat stack of clothes on the end of the bed alongside the pair of leather boots she brought with her. Seemed Rachel had been busy while she was sleeping. A folded note rested on the stack, it simply reading, 'Shower and get dressed before meeting me downstairs. XO R.'
Taking a sniff of herself, Quinn frowned deeply and rushed to the bathroom. Showering, applying a light set of makeup and brushing her teeth in record time for a girl. She stood in front of the mirror, dressed now in the outfit she had spent most of the week going back and forth about. The two had decided not to do anything very fancy for the first few dates, which ruled out an evening dress. She finally settled on a pair of blue jeans, brown leather boots, paired with a v-neck white sweater and pale blue collar shirt, all finished off with a dark blue blazer. It wasn't anything crazy to look at, but now standing in front of the mirror she felt doubt start to sink in.
What if Rachel didn't like it? What if she wasn't dressed up enough for the date? Then there was the question about her hair; did she wear it up? She didn't have the time to curl it or style it. She never cared this much about how she looked on any other date she went with Finn. He was just happy that she was looking at him, let alone if she was trying to show off her new haircut, or a new pair of shoes she bought.
Finally deciding to put her hair up into a fishtail braid and just to go with it, she finished getting ready, spraying some perfume on her before grabbing her purse. Max laid on the bedroom floor, waiting and watching in silence finally perking up once she moved to the door.
The house was silent other than Max's rushing paw steps down the flights of stairs. Finally making it back down the sitting room, a large bouquet of a dozen yellow roses rested on the dark oak coffee table.
Setting her purse down next to the floors, Quinn allowed a big dumb stupid grin as she leaned down and smelled the flowers.
"I figured it's kinda of our thing now, yellow roses." Rachel's voice came from the archway. Dressed in what could only be called a black casual dress with a dark blue cardigan. Quinn arched a brow at the sight, of course Rachel would have stolen a peek at what outfit she was going to wear for the date so they could match.
Rachel walked forward and leaned up onto her toes to press a kiss to Quinn's cheek. Taking a moment to press her nose to Quinn's chest, "You smell really good."
"It's a nice change from sweat, vomit and tequila from last night, right?" Quinn offered a teasing smile as she pressed a soft kiss to Rachel's lips.
"Don't remind me. I hope you're not planning for another all nighter because I don't think my body or liver could take it." Rachel's eyes fluttered open as they separated from the kiss.
"I know what you're doing, trying to get information out of me about our night! You're just going to have to survive with having it a surprise." Rachel glared up at her girlfriend, arms crossing under her chest.
"Fine fine. Lead on then, my fair Lady." Quinn teased moving back to allow Rachel to head to the front door.
After making sure the dogs were fed, the two girls hopped into Rachel's black Range Rover and headed out onto the highway going into Lima proper. It was slightly weird for the two, due to Quinn usually being the one that drove with Rachel being the co-pilot. Rachel kept on driving though, right through Lima and down towards Columbus.
Quinn looked over to her girlfriend raising a brow. Rachel only offered a half smirk and gently clasped one of her hands into Quinn's before looking back to the road, "Just what are you planning. Ms. Berry?"
"You'll see, Ms. Fabary. Now come on Co-pilot, you're in control of the music selection."
The rest of the hour and forty-five minute drive was filled with singing a wide range of tunes. It was odd for Quinn, still rather getting used to all of this. Sometimes she had to pinch herself to actually believe she had Rachel. For years and years, it was just another dream that she could never have. But now, looking over to the driver seat, seeing her doe brown eyes gleaming with love, perhaps she did deserve this.
Columbus rested in the distance, it seemed Rachel had done some studying while planning for this date and made turn after turn to find the location of where they needed to go. Quinn's eyes lite up in glee as Rachel parked the black Range Rover near one of the side streets of the rather large Columbus Olde Town.
"Now, I know it's a bit cheesy and touristy but they have an amazing Jazz Club up..-" Rachel was cut off by Quinn throwing her arms around Rachel's neck and pressing their lips together. Thankfully the blonde had undo her seat belt so wasn't stop by it.
The blonde pressed kisses all along Rachel's face, "I love you. I have always wanted to come here but never found the time. How did..-?"
"Because I listen when you talk. Remember all the times I had to go to those pregnancy classes with you? Well I actually listen when you ramble off about anything and everything." Rachel said with a matter of fact tone in her voice, "It also so happens to be a Jazz festival going on for the next week. Tonight there will be a number of live bands and an art show."
Quinn just stared at Rachel for a long time before saying, "One day I am going to marry you." She leaned forward to press a kiss to the tip of Rachel's nose, "Until then, I do believe we have a date."
Rachel's face grew red as her heart was almost beating out of her chest. There was a part inside of her head that told her to take a breath and slow down. The actual chance of marrying Quinn was low, very low. It was high school, puppy love. But the look in Quinn's eyes, the burning behind the hazel, it was something just beyond lust, just beyond puppy love. But that was a conversation for another time.
Rachel shook herself out of it and smiled a large smile, "Until then."
It was a nice feeling to not have to keep looking over her shoulder to see if someone was looking at them, to make sure no one saw her and Rachel just loving each other. With Rachel's small hand clasped into hers, they walked the bright streets, there was a decent crowd for the night but nothing crazy. Rachel made the right choice in not going to downtown Columbus, Olde Town be more..- Family friendly.
They got some lingering glances from passing people, but it was nothing like it could be in Lima. But the two girls were lost in their own little world as they wandered the streets. Rachel trying to ignore the rushing feeling that seemed to refuse to leave her when Quinn said she wanted to marry her. The logical side in her brain telling her it was just talk, and spending your life with someone was different than dating them. But never the less, it made Rachel feel all warm inside.
Quinn was wondering how Rachel's hand seemed to fit so perfectly into her own. Though she tried to be a very serious and logical person, she had grown up reading love stories from a very small age. Her room was filled of 'chick flicks', as most called them, and scores of romance novels. From the trashy paperbacks from the bookstore to literary masterpieces like Pride and Prejudice. The hopeless romantic in Quinn's mind was going off about how just Rachel was made to be hers, even so that their bodies were formed together. Reminding her much of The Symposium about Aristophanes's story about soulmates. Separated by the great Gods of the Greeks, forced to wander forever trying to find their other half.
She was pulled from her rambling by Rachel opening the door for the two to one of the quieter Jazz clubs. The hostess at the front desk offered a large forced smile, dressed in a princely looking female suit, it came to Quinn that this must be one of the more top end places, "Name?"
"Berry, Table for 2. I asked for a private table near the stage." Rachel said with her hand still firmly clasped with Quinn's.
The woman looked unimpressed before her eyes flew down on the list on the desk. Her eyes going wide she started to stutter," I..- Ms. Berry, of course. Please follow me."
"It helps when you pay double the regular amount for a table." Rachel whispered up towards Quinn.
"You didn't have to do that, Love." Quinn whispered back to Rachel, hand tight in her grip as the hostess grabbed two menus and lead the way to the back of the restaurant. Leading them up the stairs to the second story of the restaurant. There were a number of balconies that offered a private enclosed dining areas that held a view over the stage below them.
"Only the very best for you, Quinn." Rachel offered a kiss to her cheek as they were lead through the dimmed restaurant.
The hostess pulled out their seats for them and placed the menus on the table, "It is not quite what you asked, Ms. Berry, but I saw an opening for the evening and thought you would enjoy this more."
Rachel offered a smile, "Yes, thank you very much. I will sure to let the manager know about how helpful his staff is."
The hostess offered another smile and little bow before disappearing to leave the two girls to themselves. They didn't even have time to breath before their server came, a well dressed and mannered man who took their drink orders and placing a basket of bread.
"You do know how to charm a girl, don't you?" Quinn teased from over the low candle light. Shiting in her seat as she crossed her legs over each other.
"It helps when I have someone that i do want to charm." Rachel replied with a small smile. Nodding to the server when he came back with their drinks.
"If you're trying to get me to fall in love with you all over again, it's working pretty well. I am just waiting for the band to start singing my favorite song."
"Did you get into my phone?" Rachel panicked for a moment, earning a giggle from Quinn.
"No, don't worry. I kept myself from sneaking into your phone." Quinn explained. Her eyes dipped down to her menu, one eye on Rachel as she pulled off her cardigan and placed it on the back of her chair. Her cheeks going blush, there was something about Rachel's tan skin in the low light, plus the way Rachel was looking at her.
"That would lead to an interesting conversation about my search history." Rachel said with a teasing grin as she sipped from her Shirley Temple.
"Oh? Already doing some early Christmas shopping?" Quinn arched her brow giving a slight teasing grin.
"Yes, but that was not what I was talking about." Rachel smiled hoping that her point would come across.
"Oh! Oh..- Why wouldn't I want to see that then?" Quinn smiled as she sipped from her drink. She could feel the heat on her cheeks just at the thought of what Rachel could be searching late at night.
Rachel only offered a wink, her head turning towards the live band, leaving Quinn to try and get the blush away from her those conversations and talk about wanting to wait before having sex was swiftly leaving both of their minds as they made eyes over the table.
Lucky, or unlucky depending on who you asked, the server came back taking their orders for the dinner. Thankfully the restaurant had a rather large vegan friendly section, which was a nice change from the large amounts of salad Rachel was eating as of late.
"Where do you see yourself in ten years?" Rachel said out of the blue, the two girls had been talking quietly about the restaurant and Quinn failing to get any more hints about the rest of their date from Rachel.
"Next to you." Quinn said without a second thought, the words just flying out of her mouth. She took a sip of her drink to distract herself, as Rachel flushed beet red but never taking her eyes from Quinn's form.
The silence was broken when their server returned back with their dishes; a medium rare steak for Quinn and a pasta dish for Rachel. Quinn thanked the server and once he was gone, Rachel had finally found her voice again, "I was not expecting that as your answer, Love. You're really lucky we're in public right now."
Quinn gave a smirk and raised her so famous brow, "It is the truth, Rachel." Her pale hand reached her the table and gently clasped Rachel's hand. Her thumb brushing over her knuckles, the two were lost to each other eyes in their own little worlds. Rachel brought their connected hands up to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to their hands.
"She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them." Quinn quoted. It was one of her favorite Shakespeare quotes and thought that the line fitted the two quite well.
"I sometimes wonder where you were hiding this person all these past years." Rachel said simply.
"Hiding from herself and what she felt," Quinn said with a shrug, before finally taking her hand from Rachel's so she could cut into her steak, "Now, what did you mean by your question?
"It's just, I have already been researching into schools for college, looking at scholarships, trying to find big names in the business to become connected with. It never hurts to start early, Quinn." Rachel explained, placing her hands into her lap. If sounded like she was trying to defend herself for planning so early.
Quinn gave a gentle smile, "And that is why I love you so much, but I honestly really haven't thought about it." Her forehead wrinkled as she thought about it, "Last year I was so caught up in Beth..-" She paused for a moment her hand going to run over her stomach. It still was an uphill fight every day, she knew she made the right choice but it still didn't make it easier. At least having Rachel again made it better.
That was always one thing Quinn loved about Rachel, Rachel knew when not and when to press to talk. Quinn wasn't ready to talk about Beth, not yet and Rachel respected that distance. Finally after several long moments of silence the blonde spoke, "I really haven't thought about it. I love writing and literature, buttt-" She trailed off.
"May I, Love?" Rachel asked. Quinn gave a slight nod before Rachel started up, "I think that following your dreams and do what you love is what you should do. But if there is one thing I have seen since being a Cheerio is that you know how to lead people. I want to be one of the biggest stars in Broadway by I am 24, I just don't want to see you sell yourself short of what you could become."
Quinn shook her head up and down, "Yeah. Yeah you're right. I am a Fabary. If I could survive getting knocked up at 16 and still have perfect grades," She paused for a moment, leaning over the table to grab Rachel's face with both her hands and gave her a long and sweet kiss. "Thank you, you're given me something to think about."
Once Quinn had settled back into her chair, Rachel offered a small grin, "It's what I am here for. To drive you to achieve what I know you can. Just like how you do to me."
"You got it all wrong, Rachel. You just make me want to be a better person, I suppose. All those years of bullying and hate, and then you have all this love inside of you. It makes me want to be a better person. Never lose that, Rachel." Quinn smiled once more before going to eat in honest because their dishes were getting cold.
And just like that, Rachel was falling in love with Quinn again, for like the fifth time.
After they enjoyed their dinner, Rachel dragged Quinn down to the main floor, where the live band played and where there was a small dance floor with a number of different couples dancing. The singer came to the microphone, "A special request from one Ms. Berry to her girlfriend, Quinn Fabray. The way you look tonight." The band started up and the male singer opening his mouth to start the song.
Quinn was surprised when Rachel took the lead, so used to herself being the lead when they danced. It was a nice change, tonight, being the one that was wined and dined like how she always wanted to. Her dates were Finn were always sub par, filled with attempts to try and get a handfull from under her top.
Some day, when I'm awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight
Rachel sung along with the words of the song softly under her breath. As she danced with Quinn , the blonde arms shifted from around Rachel's neck to wrap around her waist, stealing the lead from Rachel, as Quinn spun around the two.
"Must you?" Rachel mumbled with a slight smile as she allowed Quinn to dance the two across the floor.
"You know me, I have to be the dominant." Quinn said with a slight wink. Earning a red blush from Rachel who pressed harder up against Quinn. Reminding her much of the night at the last Jazz Club they visited with
"I would like to see that." Rachel whispered back, pressing their chests closer together as she pressed a kiss to the underside of Quinn's jaw.
Yes, you're lovely
With your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight
"I didn't tell you how beautiful you look in that dress, Love." Quinn's voice was soft, biting back a moan as Rachel's lips pressed harder against a spot on the side of her neck that always made her shiver.
"It would look really good on the floor of your bedroom." Rachel whispered back, both of the girls surprised by Rachel's sudden dose of confidence but the shock was gone when Quinn gave out a small cat like moan at the thought.
With each word your tenderness grows
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
Both of their bodies were flushed red from the way their bodies were pressing and rubbing up against each other. Quinn's usual hazel eyes were almost a dark jade green from obvious lust and Rachel's eyes were almost a pitch black.
All thoughts of the rest of their date was long gone from Rachel's mind. She really did have an entire night planned though with the way Quinn looking at her like she wanted to eat her and the way their bodies moved together she was starting to really regret having their date so far away from one of their houses.
Lovely, never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight
"I really wish I could show you how much I appreciate the date so far." Quinn's voice was deep and husky near Rachel's ear, causing the smaller girl to whimper lightly.
"If you keep this up, Quinn. You're not going to get to see what else I planned for tonight."
"We could of spent the evening digging through a dump and I would've loved every moment of it because I was with you." Quinn said simply, earning a small laugh from Rachel that did in fact wrinkle her nose.
And that laugh wrinkles your nose
It touches my foolish heart
Lovely, don't you ever change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it?
'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight
Mm, mm
Just the way you look to-night
The song finished as the club gave a polite clap, though the two girls clashed their lips together in a rather short but heated embrace that left the two panting.
"Walk?"
"Walk."
The two made their way back up to their table, Rachel grabbing the check out of Quinn's hands before the blonde could pay. Leaving a rather large tip for their server, the two exited the club into the cool Ohio night.
With Quinn's hand firmly in hers Rachel lead the way along the sidewalks. A number of bands were playing, booths had been set up showing off different types of musical items. There was even an Art show at a nearby studio that Quinn dragged Rachel into.
Both were thankful for the fresh air, they had become a little too close during their dance for either of their liking in public. Why they loved being able to hold each other hands in public, neither was ever big on PDA, let alone almost dry humping each other on a dancefloor such as the one they were on. Rachel couldn't help but to picture if they were a nightclub instead just how far one of the girls would of taken it.
She had always dreamed her first time of being something worthy of the romance novels, and she knew that Quinn was more and willing to make it special for her. There was just sometimes, when the two became lost in passion that that is how it was supposed to be. Not some long planned out event, but just love and passion. Though she could argue that could still happen if it was planned, she was rather hoping it just happened one day, just like how the two fell in love. It just sort happened.
The rest of the evening was something that Quinn would always hold very dear to her heart. Though she told no one, Quinn wanted nothing more to have a romance worthy of all the novels she read, to have someone look at her like how Gabsty did to Daisy, or like Arwen who was willing to give up her immortal life to live a human one with Aragon.
Sitting on a park bench next to a small pond not far from where they ate, there was a way that Rachel just looked at her, a way that made her heart beat just a little bit faster. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to the top of Rachel's head, "I love you and thank you, Rachel."
"For what?" The girl mumbled, halfway in between sleep from the warmth of Quinn and the long night they had last night.
"For coming back for me." Quinn said simply before pressing her body tighter against her.
The ride back saw Quinn behind the wheel and Rachel half over the center console with her head resting on Quinn's shoulder. Both of her smaller hands clasping one of Quinn's, the small diva taking small breaths as she breathed in the smell of Quinn's perfume and fought off sleep.
"I hope my Dad's are having a good weekend." Rachel mumbled out before she finally fell asleep, Quinn giving a smile at the heart pulling sight. God, her girlfriend was too adorable for her own good.
Turning it to the country station, Quinn started to sing in a low voice, "Already Callin' You mine." Thankfully Rachel was not awake, or she would raise the valid point of that Quinn listened to too much country
The feeling of the sun on LeRoy's face was what finally woke him from his sleep. Grumbling under his breath and ignoring the pounding in his head, he glanced around the hotel room. Which he quickly realized was not the hotel room that he and Hiram had been staying in from the start of their weekend getaway.
Looking down at his sleeping partner, he cursed himself under his breath and was quick to change into his clothes that was thrown around about the floor. He was putting on his shoes when his bed partner seemed to finally wake up, "Leaving so soon, Roy?"
LeRoy glared up at the man who laid naked on the bed, "We have to stop doing this, Nick."
The man simply smirked and rested his hands behind his head as he stared at LeRoy, "You're the one who keeps on coming back every time I call."
"I am a married man, with a daughter, a house, cars. I have a life with him." LeRoy hissed out as he stood after finishing tying his shoes. Pointing his index finger at Nick he started again, "I only have drunken nights of mistakes with you. Nothing more."
"My point still stands. How long do you think Hiram is going to just ignore what keeps on happening. I am sure the Mr. Wonderful rich Police Chief Hiram Berry is just going to love to see his husband as what he is; a cheating whore." The man on the bed said with a smirk going to stand, the sheet of the bed wrapped around his waist.
LeRoy growled and slammed his fist into the man's face, dropping Nick like a sack of bricks, "I fucking hate you but God..- AURAG." LeRoy yelled before going to the door throwing it open and storming down the steps of the rundown motel.
Jumping into his car, he knew that he couldn't face Hiram, not yet. His husband knew what happened, he had to know what happened. But Hiram would do nothing to hurt his chances at a possible Congressional run. Driving down the streets of the city, he shook his head. Years of working with each other and getting over the night of mistake he made almost a decade ago all but was forgotten as soon as Nick entered that bar a few months ago.
Parking in a large and mostly empty parking structure LeRoy turned off the car. His hand gripping tight on the wheel before he started to scream and looked like he was trying to tear off the wheel from the car.
He knew deep down that at one point he was in love with Hiram. All those years ago when they met during a War and found something neither thought they would ever find. Life was good for them, happy years of marriage, Hiram was good for him. But LeRoy? All it took was going to a party once and just trying some of the 'party drug' as they put it. He had woken up butt naked and hours away from home with a exam the next morning.
He didn't know what time it was but with the sun almost all the way up over the sky he knew it couldn't be that late in the afternoon. His eyes slowly opened, his body seemed to hurt everywhere. Memories of the night before flashing in the forefront of his head. LeRoy groaned loudly and rolled out of the bed, oh boy he was naked also.
He heard another groan from the bed he was laying in. Peeking up from the ground, LeRoy really wanted to hit himself. He searched the floor around him, lucky finding his clothes scattered around the floor. He ignored the dull pain in his bottom and dressed quickly, finding his phone also in his pockets of his pants.
He took one second glance to the scene he was in. Empty bottles of booze rolled around the ground, used needles and a very burnt spoon on the nightstand next to the bed. Feeling shakes starting to rock his body at the realization of what he did. He glanced over to the naked male who was still in bed, and felt tears started to sting his eyes.
LeRoy hurried through the trashed home, ignoring the looks and groans from the passed out party mates. Going to the street, he seemed to be in a rather rundown section of New York City. Tracing his steps he finally made his way to a nearby McDonalds. He had to call Hiram, he needed someone to get him home and there was no way he had enough cash for the drive to New Haven.
After ordering a coffee to try and get rid of the dead taste in his mouth he finally dialed Hiram's number.
It ringed only once before he heard the soothing voice of his husband, "Roy! Roy! Are you alright?"
"Y..-Yess, Hiram. I..- I need help. PLease I messed up so bad last..-" LeRoy started but heard Hiram shushing him.
"Just tell me where and I'll get there. Whatever happen we can deal with it when I get there and together." LeRoy was surprised to hear how gentle his husband's voice was.
"Times Square." Yeah he could do that, he could find Times Square and just wait for Hiram there.
Hiram gave a very loud sigh from the other end of the line and simply said, "Alright." Before the line went dead. LeRoy tossed his phone onto the table and cried into his eyes.
An hour later Hiram's car pulled in front of him, his husband was silent as they pulled back onto the freeway heading back to their shared home. Hiram never asked what happened that night, he didn't need to. From the bags under his eyes to the marks on his arms, Hiram knew what happened.
Later that week Hiram took him to their Doctor and had him tested for anything he might of caught during that night. It shamed LeRoy to no end but what could he say in return? He was the one that had ruined everything and most likely their marriage.
But surprised LeRoy the most was that Hiram was refusing to simply give up on him. He wanted to make their marriage work no matter what happened that night. How could he not love a man like that?
And now it was like that morning all over again. This time though, he knew that Hiram would not be as unforgiving. His husband had a large heart, willing to give everyone a second chance for those who prove it to him, but now a third?
Finally finding his courage, LeRoy pulled out of the parking lot and back to the very high class hotel him and Hiram were staying at. Parking in the hotel parking lot he made his way back to their room.
Hiram sat on the balcony that overlooked the city, dressed in slacks and a sweater there were two cups of coffee on the table next to him, newspaper being read in his hands. LeRoy inched his way towards the man and sat down opposite of him.
"Good evening?" His husband's voice finally rang out. Not even lowering the newspaper as he spoke.
"Hiram..- please..- I." LeRoy didn't know what to say and only started to cry. Sobs racking his whole body. He knew he had a problem ever since that night jumping on the wagon and then falling off. He was a Doctor, he knew the risks and what the drugs did to him but he couldn't just say no.
"We will deal with this later. Go and clean yourself up, you smell like sex and whiskey." Hiram's voice was soft but carried an edge to it as he sit the paper down. Hiram's eyes were red and puff, the man had spent his whole night alone and crying ti seemed.
LeRoy didn't say anything only giving a small nod and stood. He tried to lean down to press a kiss to Hiram's temple, but felt his husband's hand wrap around his throat. He was moved backwards until his back was pressed against the sliding door, Hiram was always bigger than LeRoy in both weight and height, being a career infantry soldier and Police Officer had done that, "You don't get to touch me. You don't get to laugh and make jokes. You get to sit here in this room while I go out and meet with a few friends for business. And if you're here when I come back then we will talk. Because right now, you're not the man I fell in love with."
With that Hiram tore his hand away and left LeRoy there against the door. Grabbing his sports jacket and things he would need for the meeting he slammed the hotel room shut. And as it shut LeRoy broke down again, how was he going to fix it this time?
For Quinn and Rachel their Sunday morning could not of been better. After spending the rest of their evening wrapped up and watching the Fellowship of the Ring they finally fell asleep into the early morning.
While Rachel had planned to finish her plan to make Quinn puddle in her hand and finally stop with all this teasing was all but forgotten when she saw the puppy dog look on Quinn's face wanting to watch Lord of the Rings. There was no way she could ever say no to something Quinn wanted when she made that face.
Sunday morning found Rachel having breakfast in bed, Quinn making her a special batter of vegan friendly pancakes, which just meant using Soy and non-traditional dairy products, as a way to say thank you for their shared date last night.
"We have to meet Kurt at the Lima Bean in an hour, I assumed you wanted to come with me." Quinn explained as she dug through her bag trying to find her other outfit she packed with her.
"Of course, though Kurt and I have been the greatest of friends it's time to put aside our rivalry and focus what is good for the club. With Mercedes actions on Friday I have a feeling we're going to need everyone on our side." Rachel explained as she finished her breakfast, not before Quinn reached over and grabbed a small strawberry that Rachel was about to bite into. Making sure that Rachel's eyes were on her, she bite into the berry, juices dripping down her fingers, she took her time to lick each one.
"I really do love berries." Quinn said with a teasing smile. Ever since last night she couldn't stop thinking about finally taking that leap off the edge with Rachel into full blown Lesbian loving.
"Text Kurt and tell him we're going to be late." Rachel demanded placing her breakfast on the nightend next to her.
Quinn raised a brow and what she asked, tossing her phone onto the bed. Though she had no time to react before Rachel had her arms wrapped around her neck and pulled her down on top of her. In that hour time frame, Quinn really found a new love for berries and Rachel's mouth.
Making it to the coffee shop with only about 10 minutes to spare, Rachel was pretty impressed that her and Quinn was ready to get ready that fast and not look like they just explored the depths of each other's mouths.
Quinn had to remind herself that she was not allowed to touch Rachel in public. After last night of being able to be free with their relationship had spoiled Quinn. More so when she just wanted to hold Rachel's hand from under the table. The couple sat near the back of the shop and smiled as Kurt appeared with coffee cup in hand.
"You two are just connected at the hip these days aren't you?" Kurt added with a teasing smile as she pulled out the chair and sat down in front of the two.
"You can call it that. Why did you want to meet the two of us?" Quinn questioned off the back, taking a small sip from her coffee drink.
"Please girls, you might be able to trick the rest of our merry band called Glee Club, but you're talking to me, Mr. Gay himself." Kurt gave a slight grin as he rested both hands around his cup.
Rachel's eyes went wide looking around the coffee shop to see if anyone had heard or was watching them.
Quinn on the other hand only offered a smile and leaned back into her chair, "What do you want then? This can't just be some casual business meeting, you want something from us or what? You'll tell everyone."
Rachel looked back over towards Quinn, there was something in her girlfriend's voice that scared her and turned her on a little bit. The sight of Quinn with a smirk on her face, hands clasping on the table in front of her, it radiated power. And women, were attracted to power.
Kurt seemed surprised too. Taking a moment to clear his throat and trying to ignore how his face was red, "Well..- I..- I wanted more solos in Glee."
"So you, someone who is struggling with being their own person, which is being gay. Being bullied everyday by the jocks of the school and yet you will sit here and dangle this above our heads. How would you liked if someone found out before you came out that you were gay and blackmailed them also? Funny shit that, right?" Quinn's voice was smooth and she said everything with a smirk on her face.
Kurt stuttered a few times before shaking his head. Speaking in a low voice, "Look I am sorry, alright? I just don't know what to do anymore. Every single day it is the same thing, being shoved into lockers, thrown into the trash. I went to go and scout out at Dalton, I wanted to see what we were going against and I heard that Dalton had a very strict zero bullying rule."
The smirk fell from Quinn's face, she had done her goal in destroying Kurt's position but this was something else.
It was Rachel that spoke up, "Kurt, why haven't you been talking about this?"
"Do you think anyone is going to care, Rachel? We live in one of the most Republican Districts in the State. Do you think that if you two were to ever come out it would be different because you both come from lots of money? I know for a fact the only reason people don't talk about Hiram Berry is because they're afraid of him." Kurt's eyes were getting red, obvious that he was close to tears.
"And do you think I would allow anything like that to happen to Rachel?" Quinn's voice was low. There was a look in her eye, a burning look that sent a slight shiver down Kurt's spine. Their eyes met for a moment, there was a shiver of understanding in that one moment before it was gone.
"No I don't. But I can't keep on doing this. David is getting worse every day. And Dalton is so nice there. The Glee Club is nice and then there is Blaine." Kurt blushed a little at the end.
"And who is this Blaine?" Rachel asked crossing her arms under her chest.
"Well I took Sam along with me to scout out. He's new and I figured he could use a ice breaker. He's a nice kid."
Sam seemed a bit lost as he wandered next to Kurt through the marble halls of Dalton. Just how much was it for tuition? This place most likely costed as much as a State College.
"God, do you see this place, Sam?" Kurt smiled up to his blonde partner as they walked through the crowds of people, the school day just letting out.
"Do you think that line the hallways with gold also?" Sam joked as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Sudden very aware of how, well poor, he looked compared to everyone else.
Kurt's attention was drawn away as they walked down the stairs and he asked one of the Dalton kids directions. A boy with dark hair and hazel eyes, Kurt was smitted at first sight.
What he didn't notice was the look Sam and Blaine kept on sharing during the meeting and then song.
"So you're telling me that you have a crush with our competition?" Rachel teased, "Almost as bad as the time Jesse St. James tried getting with me."
"Well then he met the fury of pregnant Quinn Fabray." The blonde teased next to her, taking a sip from her coffee.
Kurt relaxed and leaned into the chair, "Girls, I am sorry for how this started, can we pretend that didn't happen and start over again? I am just jealous I guess, you two are so confident in with each other, I just wished I had someone to be like that with."
"As long as you tell us everything about Blaine and this David situation. I will handle it, don't worry." Quinn smiled back and leaned into her chair, her hand going under the table to gently clasped Rachel's.
Across town, it really had been a busy weekend for himself. The figure behind the desktop typing away as he shot back another email. Looking at the time he cursed loudly and grabbed his jacket, yelling at his mom he would be back later.
He made sure to grab a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses. His massive hair though not doing much to be hidden by the cap, that was besides the point. He had someone to meet and sooner or later she would figure just who he was.
Pulling into the parking lot, empty besides that of a red Sudan, the man parked and got out. Walking along the running paths until coming to where a rather young looking female stood. Wearing a cheerio jacket to keep the chill out, she stood as he came up.
"Really? Fucking you Jacob?" The Cheerio spat out as Jacob came to stand before her.
"You want pay back on Berry and Fabery for what they did during Cheerio practice? That black eye is rather unattractive." Jacob kept his hands behind his back, holding a large file in them.
"What makes you think I would be willing to help you?" Lauren shot back.
"You're not helping me, I am helping you really," The boy gave a smile, which was rather creepy in nature before handing over the file, "Think it has a gift. Think about it." With that the boy turned back and head the way back to his car.
The Cheerio watched the boy go before looking into the file. A large smile coming to her features as she flipped through the pictures, "No fucking way."
AN: Song used was "The way you look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra. So before y'all start jumping the gun, we will have a few more chapters before Jacob let's all hell lose. What is in the file is just the pictures Jacob already took and I like to think Lauren is smart enough to see that they're going to need something a bit more hard to really destory Rachel and Quinn.
I already stated but I shall say it again, this is not just a Faberry Story, it's going to be the center piece with everything build around it. But I believe personally that I could not tell my Faberry on a Epic scale without having different parings. On that note, I love Blam but I also kinda like Kurt/Blaine. So who knows where I will go with that just yet.
Next Chapter will be some Quinn conversations with Finn and Laruen. The return of Sue's and Will's story arcs, and a bit of Judy.