A/N: I'm so sorry. I'm really not a bitch, I'll even recap so you don't have to reread chapter two. I didn't want to stop the chapter there but I could barely keep my eyes open. I meant to upload this that same day but I ended up getting so busy. There's a semi-important author's note at the end if you're into that. I apologize for sucking. Enjoy.

When the future Broadway phenom finally reaches her she places her hands delicately onto toned thighs, "Sometimes when I'm around you, I just can't think, and I want to put my hands on you in some way, any way." She leans forward into Quinn's personal space and lifts a hand to move her hair before she ghosts her lips over her neck and she can lightly hear quickened breathing in her ear. "I just want to do so many things," she whispers, before she places a soft, lingering kiss to the freshly tanned skin beneath her lips.

"Rachel," quietly falls from pink lips before there's a hand weaved in dark chocolate hair and they're face to face. Quinn slightly tugs on the silky strands between her fingers and grasps the back of the brunette's neck with the other hand. She looks into the deep brown eyes in front of her, "I want you to do so many things."

There's a faint tearing sound as Rachel yanks at Quinn's tank top and crashes their lips together, and white light flashes behind her eyelids.

Quinn pulls her even closer and tilts her head to slide their lips together experimentally.

All thought is lost as she wraps her legs around Rachel's waist and slowly teases her bottom lip with her tongue. Rachel moans and more threads give way on the side seams of Quinn's tank top as it's pulled even harder.

Her mouth opens and their tongues meet for the first time, gently stroking and then battling for dominance.

Fiery passion ignites in the blond when she feels Rachel suck gently on her tongue. It sends a sharp tingle throughout her entire body and she releases a strangled noise.

Quinn can feel herself losing control and she knows she won't be able to stop soon.

She quickly untangles her legs from lithe hips.

They break apart, chests heaving, as Quinn scoots backward on the desk until she feels wood on the backs of her knees again.

"We need to stop." She runs a hand through her short yellow strands.

Rachel releases her shirt. "Why?"

"It's getting too— look, we just need to stop."

Quinn slides off of the desk only to have her front pressed against the shorter girl's. Fierce chestnut eyes meet hers.

"Rachel." It's barely a whisper, she composes herself. "I kind of need you to move."

The smaller girl's right hand rises and rests on her left shoulder.

"Is that what you really want?"

Her fingers trace over a pronounced collarbone and hazel eyes flutter shut. "If you really want me to move," her hand slides down to the swell of her chest, "I'll move." She caresses her breast and hears a quiet gasp, there's now a faint outline of stiff nipples in the front of her top.

Leaning up, she whispers directly into Quinn's ear, "Tell me you want that."

Her left hand comes up to knead the cheerleader's right breast and her back arches slightly. Rachel's right hand continues its travels down a flat stomach, feeling the muscles twitch. "Say that you don't want me touching you right now."

Quinn opens her eyes and they're remarkably darker than they were when she closed them. She pins Rachel with an intense stare. Her body is trembling now and she feels fingertips on the waistband of her shorts. Her voice is huskier when she finally says, "Touch me."

Rachel's small hand plays with the denim covering her zipper and she gives her a sultry half smile. "I thought so."

Quinn wraps an arm around her waist and her other hand returns to her neck. She slowly brings their lips together. The kisses get hungrier and sloppier, all tongues and lips and teeth. She feels all of her desire pool into liquid heat as Rachel's trapped hand cups her center.

She moans loudly and pulls away from the kiss, her thighs reflexively keeping the hand captive.

"You're making me want to fu–"

Rachel's phone rings from its position on her bed. The girls share a look, neither one wanting to acknowledge the distraction.

The brunette retracts her hand but doesn't move until Quinn backs her up into her queen sized bed.

Just as she feels it's presence behind her their is light pressure on her shoulders and she's pushed onto the mattress.

More ringing.

She moves herself up to the head of the bed and watches as Quinn crawls on top of her, settling a thigh between her legs.

The ringing stops.

Pink lips attach to a Rachel's neck. The kisses are slow and deliberate against the soft skin.

Teeth suddenly rake against her pulse point and Rachel shudders. Her hips have a mind of their own as they shift upward and her eyes roll back slightly.

There is a sharp bite and she gasps while her hips buck a little harder.

Rachel tugs hard on Quinn's tank top and the seams tear more than halfway down the sides. She runs her index finger slowly down the ribcage of the girl on top of her.

Her hands creep inside and Quinn moans as Rachel scratches her nails down her back.

They're softly rocking together.

Slender fingers grasp brunette tresses and a strangled moan is released as Quinn tugs roughly on the hair to suck hard on Rachel's throat.

Both girls feel the pressure building low in their stomachs as they sensuously grind into each other.

The phone makes its presence known again.

Rachel lets out a heavy sigh, "I need to get that."

Quinn groans in frustration and rolls onto her back to stare at the ceiling.

"Just give me a minute. It could be an emergency." She frowns as she looks at the identity of the caller.

Santana's voice fills the earpiece as soon as the answer option is chosen.

"Did you kidnap Q?"

Rachel lets out an exasperated noise. "I brought her home after you abandoned her, yes."

"Abandoned, did a huge favor to; semantics. Anyway, we went by the Fabray lair and it's dead empty. So that means that Quinn's here."

Rachel furrows her brows, "What do you mean by 'here'?"

Quinn turns her head and the girls share a confused look as Rachel's doorbell rings, followed by enthusiastic knocking.

Quinn gets up and grabs her yellow shirt from the very edge of the bed and heads to the bathroom, "I'm just gonna go and put a real shirt on."

Rachel glances at her phone to see that the call has been ended by the other party.

She rolls her eyes and heads for the stairs, "The glee club has awesome timing when it comes to cockblocking but never when it comes to rehearsals."

Every Faberry scene is based off of true events so it won't really match up with the show sometimes. I'm gonna take a stab at this commitment thing that's so popular and I'll make this a real story. Thank you for your time. And I actually updated before 3/4 a.m.!