A/N: Well, I'm back with another update. I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but that's how it goes sometimes. Just remember…It's all about the teasing, not the pleasing ;) Hehe, don't worry, I plan to get to the pleasing eventually. Hopefully it isn't too rushed for you guys. At least it's a slighty longer chapter right? Thanks to everyone who reviewed and alerted. As always, R&R. Also, as a side note, I've included the lyrics to whatever song I happened to be listening to whenever writing this, and the previous chapters as well.

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth

With her back pressed to the dressing room door, she let her head fall back with a barely discernible thump before sighing. " What the hell is going on? Since when do I check out Quinn Fabray's ass?" She was panicking, just a little. She reasoned, " Not that she doesn't have a lovely posterior, what with those years of gymnastics and cheerleading have toned…W-wait that's not the point." Even her babbling was centering around Quinn and what she'd like to do with said photographer. A low growl rumbled from her throat in frustration as she tried to get the lingering image of tight-fitting jeans that lovingly caressed ample curves on the blonde's form that for the life of her looked nothing like she'd had a child at the tender age of sixteen.

Obviously, it wasn't working.

A few yards away, Quinn was mumbling under her breath as she checked her equipment for the hundredth time in five minutes. She was a professional; she'd been doing this for a few years now, after all. But something about the methodical habit of making certain everything she needed was in its place soothed the blonde. Call it OCD, she just called it being prepared.

She was running through procedures in her mind, attempting to brush away thoughts of Rachel Berry and what Santana had oh so gracefully termed, 'Making Berry's Berries Pop' photo shoot. She would not be focusing on her 'berries' or any other thing that could be perverted by Santana. What the hell was she saying, the bitch could pervert any damn thing. She needed to get her head on straight before the reluctant object of her affections made it out for her debut into the world of the many stars that displayed their bodies for the sake of publicity. Of course, that just led to more thoughts of the supple tanned skin the diva would be showing.

Yep, she was fucked.

But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Ten minutes later she sent in Hair and Make-up, they knew the score, and what she was looking for. They were briefed every morning on what each person was supposed to wear and how she wanted their make up done. Even down to the exact style she was looking for in each picture. It was all run very smoothly…until she heard the slightly panicked voice of Rachel Berry through the open door, " No, I-you must be mistaken. Could you get Qui-Ms. Fabray for me please?" Needless to say she was there in record time. What? Of course she had to attend to the needs of her models. It had nothing to do with the particular brunette behind the dressing room door.

"Rach, what-?" She didn't get a chance to finish the thought, finding a shockingly comfortable Rachel Berry pacing her dressing room in nothing but a pair of jeans that looked as if they'd been painted on, and a bra. Hazel orbs couldn't help but roam over the toned form of tanned abs and a flat stomach. Slowly they made the trek up to the dusky swells of the diva's breasts beneath black lace and the blonde was sure that her heart skipped a beat, heat pooling between her thighs.

It was when she finally focused on her face, a good thirty seconds later, that she realized she'd been speaking, " –not entirely sure I'm comfortable with it." She searched past the sudden lump in her throat for her voice, " I-I'm sorry. What was that? I um, wasn't listening, I apologize."

Royally fucked.

Suddenly, Rachel was uncomfortable for an entirely different reason. The photographer had a…hungry was the only way to describe it, look in her eyes, and she had a full lower lip captured between her teeth as she looked at the diva. The brunette was certain she'd never seen anything quite so sexy in her life. It made her uncomfortable and empowered at the same time. With the blonde undressing her with those beautiful hazel eyes, she found her voice, though it came out decidedly husky and not at all what she'd been planning to say, " See something you like Fabray?"

Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along

Quinn sputtered and blushed, the normally confident woman reduced to mush by Rachel Berry. This wasn't happening, she lamented. It couldn't be happening. Sure, she was attracted to the woman, who wouldn't be, but this was not normal.

First of all, she was a woman, not that it particularly bothered her at this point in her life, but it was Rachel fucking Berry! The obnoxious, overly articulated diva from high school that she'd tormented. She wore argyle and knee socks for god's sake! A little voice inside the blonde's head retorted, " But she doesn't now."

"What was that Quinn?" By the look on the brunette's features that hadn't been her nagging conscience, she'd said it aloud. Dammit. She ran a hand through the blonde locks, obviously a nervous habit before speaking, " Um, nothing. Don't worry about it. What is it that you needed me for?" She hoped that the normally curious brunette wouldn't probe for answers the blonde wasn't quite ready to give.

The confusion still lingered on her features, though she didn't press the blonde further for details, merely turning to the scrap of material she was supposed to be wearing and holding it out for Quinn to see, " I'm not sure I'll be comfortable in this." A delicate brow arched at the 'this' she was holding and the blonde pretended to inspect the halter-type shirt, though she'd been the one to pick it out.

"What the problem with it Rachel? It covers more than a bathing suit does and you're going to be wearing the jeans. You won't be showing much." The slim black tank was slightly ripped and torn in a few places that would give the brunette a slight grunge look, but would still added class and sex appeal as it stopped above her belly button and hung off one shoulder.

"I'm just not used to showing quite so much skin Quinn. Normally when I acquiesce to do a photo shoot I'm fully clothed and generally have on green make-up." Which was true, most of the shoots she'd done she had dressed as Elphaba, from the show she headlined, Wicked. That, she was comfortable in. " Is it necessary to show case my stomach for the photographs? Couldn't we focus on something else? Perhaps my legs? I've been told they are quite nice. Long, and toned, but not overly muscled. I mean, who really wants to look at my stomach?"

But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

It suddenly occurred to the blonde that Rachel Berry, Tony winner and renowned actress and singer, was insecure about her body. A warm smile rose to the blonde's lips as the tangent ended and she regarded the brunette, " Just put it on Rach, okay? We'll try it out and if you really don't like it after I'm finished with you, we'll cut it okay?" The fact that the gorgeous star was insecure about her body was adorable, and Quinn couldn't help but attempt to reassure her.

The diva worried her bottom lip for a moment before nodding, slipping the garment over her head and into place. Quinn watched with a critical eye as the material settled and suddenly she was smiling brightly, " I was right." She seemed pleased, and Rachel turned to eye her appearance in the mirror, still unsure. As if the blonde could tell, she approached from behind, the taller woman standing over her shoulder. Suddenly the diva couldn't quite find air in the suddenly small space, breath hitching and she hoped the blonde wouldn't notice. She swore she could feel the heat from the blonde's skin, she was that close.

Quinn was just looking to put the shorter woman at ease, and without thinking placed a hand high on her waist, tugging slightly at the halter. The ribbed material clung to her curves, the dark, creamy, swells of the singer's breasts just visible above the shirt, rising and falling in time with her breath. She whispered softly, "You're beautiful Rach," before pulling away, now piecing back together the broken bits of her professionalism.

She added jokingly, " But you'll be paying me back for the work not being done today once everyone outside sees you. Santana will be drooling." She winked, both women now noticing they were alone in the dressing room.

An awkward laugh was plucked easily from the brunette as she metaphorically placed herself back on solid ground and replied flippantly, " Well I am a highly sought actress Quinn, I'm sure the recompense would be easily pulled from my advantageous savings account." The blonde rolled her eyes playfully and guided Rachel to a nearby chair, " Well then, superstar, let's get your makeup and hair done. Course that's even considering you can get it out the door these days."

A few minutes later the brunette had all but forgotten about being uncomfortable and had settled easily into conversation as she allowed the blonde to fluff out the silky brunette curls over her shoulders, leaving them to flow naturally as she added some light make-up. Nothing too overt for this first shot, they wanted fresh, an innocent sort of sex appeal. All the while they'd kept up a genial conversation, just random questions to begin with, " So, have you been back to Lima at all?" The blonde shook her head, focused on the very vague caramel eye shadow she was putting over the diva's eyelids.

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless

"I haven't been back since graduation, to be honest." She'd taken off after receiving her diploma and had never looked back, taking a grateful Santana with her. " Me and San both got full athletic rides to NYU and we haven't been back since." She didn't mention the few months they'd spent in Quinn's car, looking for work until the semester began and the dorms had opened. " What about you?"

The diva cleared her throat softly and hoped she covered her surprise before answering, " I've been back a few times. I spent a few months with my dad's before I moved to New York for Julliard." Secretly she was ashamed for what little time she'd spent with her fathers since then, but she loathed returning to Lima. The indescript little town held almost nothing but horrible memories for the star, and every time she returned, saw her old friends, she relived them.

Quinn nodded and met her gaze, an understanding passing between them in the silence. They'd both left their hometown for different reasons, but they all intertwined together, one feeding off one another. " Seems like we both have a few skeletons still stuck in the closet." It was little more than a whisper, and Rachel smiled somewhat sadly before standing, making the suddenly nervous photographer back up, " Well, Quinn, how about we get to work before everyone wonders what we've been up to in here." With a wink, she sauntered through the door, and hazel eyes gravitated almost immediately to the enticing backside she was rapidly becoming familiar with.

"I was just about to come in there and bust you two apart. Damn, Quinn, I never took you for a pedophile." After her not-so-subtle dig at Rachel's tiny form, the blonde growled lowly and returned, " Shut it Lopez." Smirking, the latina held up her hands in surrender and moved from her position. She might've enjoyed riling the blonde, but she knew when to back off…sometimes.

The diva took it in stride, offering a sultry smile to the brunette, " Who said she was the one taking advantage Santana?" The assistant snorted and waved a hand dismissively, " Whoever the hell gave you a back bone midget, remind me to thank him. You always made it too easy." Something akin to appreciation entered the taller brunette's gaze as it raked over her form, leaving the blonde seething at the obvious ogling and she ground out, " Either make yourself fucking useful San or get the hell out of my studio."

Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

"Hmm, boss has a little bite today does she?" She sidled up to Quinn, purposefully allowing the same searing gaze as it trailed up the blonde's form, making the blonde laughed in spite of herself, " Too bad she doesn't deliver. I wouldn't mind a nibble or two."

Quinn fought against the grin that threatened to overtake her features as she glanced at Rachel, who seemed to be watching the two intently, caught between interest and jealousy, " You couldn't handle me Santana. We've already tried that, remember?"

She found herself moving even closer, closing the distance between them and silently she was grateful that her crew had retreated much earlier. Hazel hues sparkled with amusement and fire as she slid a hand up the brunette's arm, murmuring lowly, " I know you haven't forgotten."

The latina seemed to realize what was going on and played along, even if it did happen to be true, which she would never admit, and met fire with fire, timbre growing husky as she stepped forward to place a hand against the photographer's side, " We could always try it again Captain." A hand made it's way to Quinn's rear and her eyes widened only slightly in surprise. She hadn't meant to take it quite this far.

Suddenly Santana slapped her ass and retreated, grinning widely at the yelp it produced from the photographer, "Maybe another time Q, I've got some paperwork that needs to be done." Glancing at Rachel, her smile turned smug as she noticed the distinct signs of jealousy in the pint-sized diva. Soulful brown eyes flashed dangerously, still glued to Quinn as she clenched her jaw. She definitely didn't like that Santana was acting as if the blonde was hers, and once the diva's gaze met her own she nodded, silently acknowledging the claim in her eyes.

She'd wondered about the two in high school, Quinn had always gotten entirely too defensive around the brunette, but now it was confirmed as she backed away from the two and retreated to the office. Everything that she'd seen in the past ten minutes from the brunette only confirmed what she'd thought for years. Rachel Berry might not be ready to admit it, but she wanted Quinn. Not that Santana planned to make it easy for her.

Once the latina was gone, Quinn cleared her throat and faced the brunette, attempting to call upon that cool professional façade as she stated in a precise voice, " Time to get to work." Her thoughts were a different story. It was going to be a damned long day.

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind