A/N- Guys it's been a year since I posted this story! I just want to thank everyone for supporting this story by liking and following it, you guys have no idea how much that means to me. :)
Shoutout to darkslayer97 for sharing their idea, you saved my chapter for almost being complete trash lol.
As a thank you, from now on I will make the chapters a bit longer and… that's all I can offer because sadly I can't give you guys balloons and chocolate. Enjoy! And as always, if you want to see anything happen don't hesitate to leave a comment
Traditionally, sleepovers are a group of best friends at a house with junk food, movies and cliché games like Twister and Truth or Dare. Insanely for Quinn, she gets to have hers in a jail cell with Sam just across from hers and the only thing to eat is snacks from the vending machine and a cup of water. Morning had rolled in, Sam groaned from his stiff back for sleeping on the ground and Quinn woke up with a messed up neck for tossing and turning all night.
Russell came into view with a cup of joe in his hand and keys in the other. He unlocked Sam's cell and told the boy to go home and to never speak of this again. Sam's red eyes mainly focused on his friend and how bad he felt for her, and Rachel- my god Rachel, who knows where she's at right now. That thought terrified him more than anything, but he's not going to let this mess play out, he has to do something about this.
Sam mouthed "I'm sorry." as he was leaving the station, the doors shut behind his back. It was seven in the morning on a Saturday, so everyone's sleeping and the stores still chained up. Sam retreated back to his home and found Puck lying in a pile of blankets with his sister and brother, he grabbed a throw pillow and aimed it at the Jewish boy's face.
He twitched himself awake "What happen, what's- hey, where've you been?"
Sam lead him up to his room and closed the door, he told him from the moment Rachel came to them at school to this morning. Puck stayed silent, but can visibly see the anger by how he's squeezing his hands to the point where they're white.
"I knew I should've taken out his other leg when I had the chance." Puck grabbed anything in sight and chucked it at the wall.
"Wishing on a past opportunity won't help get Quinn out. We need Rachel and the rest of the gang to participate."
"Where we gonna find Rach? She could be anywhere by now."
The blonde smirked and mentally slapped himself for not thinking of it sooner "I might have an idea where she is."
Both boys changed and headed out to the only place Rachel would think of going even if it means risking her life: The Fabray House. Sam finds it stupidly adorable that Rachel thinks of Quinn as her home now, so much has been taken away from her, it's good to know that Quinn fills the void in her life. Arriving at the house, they wasted no time in making their way to Quinn's window and started throwing tiny pebbles at the glass. Puck kept chanting "Rachel" with every pebble he throws.
Finally, before the window shatters, Rachel opened up the window and glared at the guys for making noise "You're not supposed to be here!"
"Says you!" Puck yelled back, which resulted Quinn's elderly neighbor shushing him "Excuse me, people are trying to sleep."
Sam shook his head at his friend's barbaric manner "Just open the door!"
Rachel rolled her eyes and went downstairs to open the door and when she did, her two friends just went right through her like she was a ghost "Can't just march in here like it's your home, what's this about?"
"Quinn," Puck said, looking at the pictures on the wall "Her dad locked her up with Sam, he was just let out this morning."
Hearing this just boiled Rachel's blood and wished that she trashed this place when she had the chance "And Quinn's… still there?" Both boys nodded "Why are we standing around here for? Let's go!"
Sam and Puck always loved when Rachel's in the mood for breaking and entering, she makes it so dramatic than it actually is. Plus, it's been awhile since they had any cop action lately. Rachel locked up the house and headed down the street, once she sees Russell's fat head she's going to hit it out of the park with her bat… if she had a bat, for now it's just her fists and two semi…(well really just one) muscular men.
They only walked three blocks when a blonde was waiting at the bus stop. Rachel couldn't contain her enthusiasm and ran to her lover, Quinn turned and did the same thing. Embarking a sense of comfort when they embraced, Quinn tightens her hold on Rachel and started to lightly shake.
"Hey, are you okay?" Rachel felt her tremble and became worried.
Quinn shook her head "I-I can't do this anymore."
The shake of her head reeled in Sam and Puck thinking that something is wrong. They stayed a few feet away, but close enough to hear everything.
"Do what? Quinn, what's going on you're scaring me." Rachel didn't like what she's hearing and definitely won't like what she's about to say.
"I can't hide anymore, Rachel. This relationship is a lot to handle and causes nothing but pain," Quinn choked up "You cause me pain."
Rachel's truest nightmare is playing right before her very eyes "But I-I've done everything to keep you safe. When I told you the story about my dad you said you felt safe with me."
"I don't feel safe with you anymore, I risked everything just to be with you and I don't want to be in a relationship where I have to fear someone hurting me."
"You know damn well I will never hurt you."
Quinn gritted her teeth and let the tears fall "You hurt people, Rachel. You're-you're," Balling up her fist just to spit out the next sentence "You're just like your father."
This wasn't her Quinn, it looks like her but sounds like someone is speaking for her. The tensed muscles became weak, hard face soften, and her heart shattered. This is exactly what she was afraid of: setting herself up to be hurt by the person she thought cared for her.
Rachel clenched her jaw and resisted the urge to cry, she steps closer only inches away from Quinn's face "I'm the one being hurt not you, who's acting like my dad now, Fabray." Spitting out the last name like a sour candy.
The Mohawk boy thought his Jew had enough heartbreak, so he pulled her out of Quinn's sight, glaring at the blonde as they walked away. Sam stared at Quinn and wondered if he traveled back in time because he swears this is the same Quinn when they first met.
"Sam," Quinn called out "You forgot your wallet at the station."
He kept his blank expression till he remembered his wallet is in his pocket "It's not mine."
"It has your ID in it, it's yours." She forcefully pushed the wallet in his hands.
Eventually he took it, didn't say another word and left her at the bus stop. There was nothing in the wallet when he opened it up, but then he checked the inner folds and found a folded up piece of paper. He looked back and Quinn was gone. Nimble fingers unfolded the note and he couldn't be more confused and relieved at the same time.
"Meet at Brittany's house. I can explain everything… Also tell Rachel I'm sorry!"- Q
A huge smiled formed on his face.
"A-and then she told me that I was just like my dad! My dad!" Rachel paced back and forth while telling the whole encounter to Santana and Brittany.
"If I ever see her again I will start swinging!" Santana barked out, eyes flaming with hatred and revenge "She's not getting away with this!"
"Not even her break up with Finn was this terrible." Brittany still couldn't wrap her mind around why her best friend would hurt a puppy like Rachel.
"How could I be so stupid! Forget her who needs her anyway!" Rachel took her anger out on the pillow Puck was holding.
"That's it, Rach! Let it all out." Puck grunted, the punches and pushes Rachel was throwing his way kept knocking him to the wall.
While Rachel acted like she was training for a cage match, Santana and Brittany went downstairs to get some snacks and tissues just in case their fragile friend starts to cry… again.
"You think it'll be a bad time to tell Rach we're a couple now?" Brittany asked as she built four sandwiches.
"She's going through a break up right now, it's hard for her to even say Quinn," Santana came behind and wrapped her arms around her waist and soaked up her bubble gum ice cream scent "I know you're dying to tell her, but give it time. Once she finds out she'll be over the moon happy."
Brittany jumped in place "Oooh San, you're just getting me more excited!"
"Excited about what?" Puck joined them in the kitchen, guarding his stomach.
"What's wrong with you?" Santana was merciless towards Puck's obvious pain.
"The pillow didn't have much fluff after thirteen punches. What's the exciting news?"
"San and I are together!" Brittany cheered.
Puck smirked, and not just any smirk it was a smirk for the gay- A shit-eating smirk! Whether it's girl-on-girl or best friends, Puck will think dirty of it "So tell me, all those sleepovers weren't just sleepovers?"
The Latina rolled her eyes hard enough to slip out her sockets "Britt, when I said let's tell our friends about us, I meant everyone but Puck."
"Puck is our friend."
"But now he's going to keep staring at us till we give him a show or something just to leave us alone."
"Oh so it's okay to hear about your one night stands, but me finding out about you two is just out of line?" Puck joked, but it did raise some eyebrows- especially Brittany.
"Well, when you say it like that you make me sound like a slut," Santana looked to Brittany for back up, but the blonde still had an arched brow like a fish hook was tugging on it "Don't look at me like that. It wasn't that many girls!"
A knock at the door interrupted the trio's conversation, Puck opened the door and two blondes appeared— and one is certainly not welcomed. Santana and Brittany stayed back and glared at Quinn, Brittany had to hold back her girlfriend for she won't start swinging fists.
Puck looked to both of them and vigorously shook his head "Leave."
"Hear her out." Sam insisted.
"Look dude, I don't care what she has to say, she hurt Rachel and she's lucky she's a girl or else I would've done a number on her."
Quinn stepped up and talked for herself "Please let me explain, it's not-"
"No," Rachel said from the top of the stairs "You no longer matter to us anymore, once you break it off you can't fix it back together."
"Rachel that wasn't me out there," Quinn pleaded, hoping her girlfriend, if she still even is her girlfriend, will understand her situation "The only way he would let me out was for me to break up with you."
Not sure if she's telling the truth or finding an excuse to redeem herself, she still glared "I don't believe you. You could've easily said it's over, not…not insult me and calling me abusive!"
"He made me wear a microphone and the harsher I was the more he believed it, a-and you know I would never say that stuff to you. I did whatever it took to see you… even if I had to break your heart to do it."
Rachel fought a smile, she can't fall for it that easily (even though deep down she already did) "I'm sorry, I can't forgive. Not this time."
Quinn looked down at her feet and played off a shy smile "Would you forgive me if I said I have a plan to get back at my dad for trying to split us up?"
An evil smirked formed and walked down the stairs, suddenly forgetting why she was mad at Quinn in the first place "I'm listening."
"So are we." Puck was exhilarated to finally get revenge on the cop for many years of mistreatment.
Everyone gathered in the living room ready to hear the plan to finally get rid of Russhell. Every word gave the group chills and high expectations about their plan, but it's not complete without Quinn's mother, she needed to know everything that's been going on between the kids and Russell.
They have three days till Judy comes home, the gang will prepare themselves for the ultimate payback of a lifetime. Quinn and Rachel were left alone in the living room while the rest of their friends went upstairs to discuss the whole game plan on Friday, neither girl has made eye contact since they were left alone.
"Rach… come on, just talk to me."
She didn't say anything, but Quinn can see that she's hurting badly, those bright brown eyes turned into two pools of despair and tears. It was one of the things Quinn swore she wouldn't do; didn't want to be the reason behind Rachel's distress.
"I'm painfully sorry about what happened earlier, I know I should've warned you or something, but I was stupid and had a messed up neck so I couldn't think properly."
Quinn could say she's sorry a million times, but she won't forget what she said. The memory will make Rachel insecure about how Quinn really feels about her, she knows that she needs to control her anger and dial down on physically hurting anyone that comes near her love ones. But she always thought she was protecting Quinn, that she felt safe with her.
Rachel gave her a weak smile and started to walk back up to her friends.
"I see a lot more, too," Quinn blurted out, stopping Rachel mid stairs "I see an actual future with you, Rachel. I see us fighting, making up, supporting and protecting each other from the shit life will throw at us. Most importantly, I see us being together despite what others say because our future is about us caring for each other when times get tough. And right now, I really need my girlfriend by my side protecting me like she always has and always will."
The last line sent a shiver down Rachel's spine, that weak smile turned bright and healthy "I see that too.." The tears started pouring and Rachel covered her mouth to control her shortness of breath "God, Quinn, I see that, too!"
Quinn welcomed her with open arms as the tiny brunette ran towards her and crashed their lips together. Her arms tighten around the small body, loving the way it forms perfectly with hers.
"Never leave me again," Rachel murmured against Quinn's neck "I can't stand being without you."
"I won't, I promise."
Their moment was cut short when they heard someone shrieking from up stairs, it was Brittany and Santana watching over them with smiles on their faces.
"Don't ever fight like that again!" Brittany warned both girls.
"Or else I will come after you, blondie," Santana took the blonde's hand and walked down to the pair, still giddy about what she's going to tell them "We have an announcement."
Quinn and Rachel focused on them and their joint hands, already having an idea what this is all about. Brittany raised their hands and proudly exclaimed "We're officially a couple."
Hugs and surprised (but they so saw it coming) gasps went around the room, congratulating the newly couple for taking the next step in their relationship. Quinn guesses she was more surprised by the announcement since Brittany is full of optimism while Santana is… you know… not. Rachel on the other hand knew that Santana was going to fall for her the minute she offered Brittany lotion for her wrist when no one told her to do so.
After an hour of the girls talking about how their relationship started, Quinn had to go back home and prepare for Operation P.I.G, not only will the police department leave them alone after this, but so will her father.
The plan is to frame Russell for abusing his power on minors. The gang had covered all the bases on clearing their names and setting a trail of events. First it's the cameras, they had Puck and some kid from Glee club hack into the data base of the police station to erase any records of them and their video from when they sacked Russell and freed more troubling teens into the city.
"Come on, man. You had three days! Now you have three minutes." Puck claps his hands to make him go faster.
It was that nerdy kid in the wheelchair, Artie. It didn't take much to convince him since Puck nearly made him wet himself just by simple threats. Puck and Artie were currently at his house staring at a bunch of letters and numbers, watching him type his way through the computer system.
"If you want it fast then you do it!" Artie snapped back and realized it was a mistake when he saw Puck ball up his fists, he then shrunk two sizes and turned back to the screen "I'm going as fast as I can, it is police files so there will be codes and firewalls."
"Sorry, but uh, thanks for doing this. Really saving our asses here."
"Well, you did promise that Quinn won't slushie me anymore, it's the least I can do. Besides, this means me and her are cool now, right?"
Puck nodded, patting the kid on the back. Artie gave him a bright smile before returning back to the screen and decoding passwords and destroying firewalls, all there was is the sounds of keys tapping and Artie's heavy breathing.
Everything's going smoothly so it's safe to say to go onto the next step. Puck took out his phone and texted the girls to move forward with the plan.
Meanwhile in the Fabray home, Rachel, Santana, Brittany and Quinn were all gathered around the living room waiting for the arrival of both Judy and Russell. Judy should be landing in from California in about thirty minutes, which is enough time for Russell to arrive first. Once the text from Puck came through, Brittany grabbed the paper files of the misfits and took off, to god knows where, to burn the papers.
Santana set up a tripod and video camera making it seem like they're just filming a video, but in actuality they're filming evidence that can haunt Russell later. Rachel premade a text to send to Sam to tell his parents about the incident, hopefully it'll lead to them going to the police and filing a complaint or restraining order.
"Ready Lopez?" Rachel says with an evil grin.
Santana sprayed minty liquid in her mouth and smirked "I was born ready, Berry."
"How 'bout you, Fabray?"
"You guys are dorks." Quinn rolled her eyes and dialed her father saying she thinking someone's trying to break into the house.
That was Santana's cue to start recording their skit. It was awkward for Santana and Quinn to act in front of a camera without knowing what to say or do, but Rachel already had plans. She started to dare each girl to a paint off, but none of them would cooperate. Rachel huffed and sat down on the couch.
From her outer vision, Rachel saw the cop car and mentally prepared herself for what might happen. There were harsh knocks at the doors then suddenly Russell broke down the door, screams and shrills came from the girls acting like this is such a surprise.
All it took was one look at the two taggers and Russell was fuming "Get out my house!"
Rachel stood behind Quinn, quivering "S-Sir, we're not doing anything."
He pointed his gun towards the Latina "Get down now!"
"We're just han-"
Russell stepped closer, still aiming the gun straight at her. Rachel began to worry that this might take a turn for the worst.
"Dad, these are my friends! Put that down, you're scarring us."
"Have you learned nothing!" He snapped, lowering his gun "Didn't you learn your lesson when you were in that cell? I will put you back there if that means staying away from these punks."
That's it. They got what they wanted: a confession from Russell, it was time to wrap it up and drop the scared little girl act.
"Oh, the same jail cell you put Quinn and Sam in?" The tiny brunette felt powerful as she now had the upper hand "That's false imprisonment, Russell."
"And you know who doesn't like false imprisonment? Your Chief," Santana crossed her arms, loving the way she feels knowing he's going down "It's a felony to kidnap kids and holding them hostage against their will."
Russell laughed "What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Then took out his nightstick and waved it in the air to be intimidating "Up against the wall."
Rachel and Santana did what they had to do to make their plan work, so they followed his orders. The officer was shocked that they didn't put up a fight or yelled at him for being unreasonable, he probably felt like he won at that moment, but little did he know his world will be turned upside down.
He cuffed the two taggers (and did it with a smile), he's been waiting for this moment since the day he met them. The sight of Rachel in cuffs created Quinn's worst nightmare and hopes to God that she won't have to relive it again.
The pair got escorted to the back seat of the cop car, Quinn watched has her Dad man-handled them to get inside. Her ears blew out steam when he offered her a smile, how dare he. Once they drove off onto the street, Quinn went back inside and grabbed the camera, shutting it off. At least five minutes later, a cab rolled in and finally her mother has arrived, Quinn came out the house in tears.
"Honey, what happen?" Concerned, Judy dropped her bags and held Quinn tightly in her arms "What's wr- who broke down the door!" She looked in horror at the door on the floor, not to mention an expensive door.
And that's when Quinn spilled the tea about Russell locking her up, abused his power as an officer, and took her two friends to jail. She left out the whole: Her friend's paint on the city walls and that one of them is her girlfriend- oh and that she's gay… that's for another time when no one's going to jail.
At first, Judy didn't want to believe that her loving husband, high school sweetheart, would stoop this low to capture someone, let alone lock of their own daughter. To get answers and confirmation, they drove to the station.
Judy marched her way into the station with her stiletto heels clicking with anger while Quinn trails behind her with the video camera, but she wasn't the only one there to get answer from the policemen. Right when they entered the building, Sam and his parents were in a heated argument with Russell.
"What is going on here!" Judy shrieked, turning crimson from her ears.
Before Russell could answer his wife, Dwight Evans, Sam's father, jumped to it "He arrested my son for nothing! He forced him to stay in a cell!" He turns to Russell "What kind of a crap cop are you!"
"I'm with you on that one, Mr. Evans!" Santana's voice rang through the bars of a cell.
They all looked to the far right of the building and can see Santana and Rachel watching the scene through the bars.
"He put my daughter at risk by fooling around with those two over." He pointed to the cell and the girls waived.
"Those girls aren't a threat! We know them, they're my son's friends."
"And you know what they do?" Russell couldn't believe they let their kid befriend someone that can be a bad influence.
"I'll tell you what they don't do; they don't cause any trouble to me or my family. So, you better have another explanation in the next five seconds or I'm suing this place!"
Somehow the word made its way to the Chief's door, it opened to reveal a blonde man with glasses. He looked to be at least in his early thirties, hair thinning from the beginning of his hair line, but nonetheless he looked very friendly for a powerful position. Kevin made his way to the commotion and lifted up his duty belt.
"What's this I hear about suing?" His voice matched his looks, little high pitched.
Rachel banged a steal cup against the bars to gain attention "That man kept my girlfriend and best friend hostage three nights ago! I don't know about you, but that's an injustice and discrimination to homosexuals and boys with really big mouths."
Speaking of big mouths, Quinn thought as she glared to the brunette for outing them in front of her Mom and who knows if she supports it or not, remember she married him for a reason and it wasn't because of his "good" looks.
Judy would be lying if she said her soul didn't leave her body when she found out that girl behind bars is dating her daughter, nonetheless she still kept Quinn behind her, protecting her.
Kevin turned to his best officer "Fabray, what're they talkin' about?"
"They're just graffiti hooligans looking for trouble, sir. I've been trying to catch them for a while now."
Quinn's body filled with anxiety when she appeared from behind her mother, clutching the camera in her sweaty hands "That's not true. I have video to prove he did put me in jail."
Kevin raised an eyebrow to Russell, he snapped his fingers to signal the blonde to come forward. She handed him the video, he ordered the officer to go take a seat in one of the interview rooms. Then he told the parents to take their children into rooms two and three for questioning.
As for Rachel and Santana they were sent to the testing area to scan their fingerprints and look up their information and possible files they might have on them. The girls prayed that Puck came through and erased every file that could link them to possession of drugs and vandalizing city property.
"Both your records seem clean," Kevin rubbed his chin as he read from the screen, behind him Santana and Rachel silently high fived "It just doesn't make sense why Russell is so invested in you two."
"Well, recently I've been seeing his daughter behind his back, so that's reason number one."
Kevin looked back at her with furrowed "Sounds like this was personal, correct?"
"I guess he wanted to get rid of me."
"I see… Miss Lopez, what's your relation to this?"
Santana's eyes zoomed around the room looking for a legitimate answer "He tried to hurt me once because I was walking around at night. He thought I was acting suspicious."
"Why were you?"
"My grandma and I had a fight, I needed to cool down before I went back to her."
Kevin nodded as he turned off the computer "Thank you ladies, I'll go check on your friends and make sure they're taken care of." He left the area.
The whole process of busting Russell took at least two or three hours, the girls sat in their chairs eager to know what's going on in rooms one, two and three.
It got to the point where Santana literally dropped her head forward then fell off her seat, she groaned and stayed on the floor, too tired to get up "By the time we're outta here we'll be in wheel chairs."
"Shut up." Rachel growled, all this waiting is giving her a headache.
Finally, the three interview rooms opened and everyone came out. Sam and Quinn headed to the pair of irritable brunettes, Rachel jumped out her seat and squeezed the daylights out of her girlfriend. Sam stayed staring at the Latina curled up on the floor.
"You can get up now." He lended a hand for she could lift herself up.
"So what's going to happen? How's your mom?" Rachel rubbed up and down Quinn's arms, giving an occasional squeeze on her biceps.
"She's… a mess, mostly because she's in denial about my dad's actions. They're talking to him right now, but they said we could go home."
"Us two, right?" Rachel pointed to Santana and herself.
Quinn nodded to which then Santana grabbed her heart and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in "Thank god!"
They all exited the station and called for Puck to pick them up, Quinn decided that she wanted to go home and rest than be at Brittany's house, and of course Rachel joined her. When Puck came he gave them all a thumbs up, congratulating them on a job well done, but he still gave his condolences to Quinn about everything.
During the drive to Quinn's house all they can talk about was what happened today and how scared they were if they got caught. Puck dropped off the couple and said their good nights, they waited till the cab turned the corner for they could start going inside. Rachel kicked off her shoes and left them by the door, making her way to the kitchen to grab a snack.
"Hey you want anything? There's chips," Rachel looked into the bag and saw that it was empty "Nevermind. Oh, there's cereal," Looking into the fridge and seeing there's no milk "Unless you like dry cereal… We really need to go grocery shopping."
Quinn chuckled but wasn't feeling it "Thanks, but I'm not hungry."
Rachel walked over to her girlfriend, feeling guilty now that today's actions really sunk into her mind "I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"For basically destroying your dad's career. For jeopardizing your parents marriage. For making your life hard because of me.."
Quinn couldn't deny that what Rachel said was true, except the last part, but her father would've done the same thing if he found out she was dating girls. Instead of locking her up in jail it would've been her room with a priest splashing Holy Water on her, or worse he would've kicked her out the house. Rachel didn't make her life hard, her dad and his stupid beliefs did.
Quinn held Rachel's face in her hands, staring at chocolate brown orbs that she loves so much. She knew she made the right choice for letting Rachel in her life, she made her a better person. She felt happiness for loving her. She loves her. That thought made Quinn's heart to skip a few beats, her face breaking into a smile.
"You… are the only good thing in my life. You did nothing but bring me happiness and that's why I-" Quinn saw a hint of panic in Rachel's eyes, maybe it was too soon to say the L word out loud. She stroked her cheeks to calm her down "That's why I would do anything to keep you."
Finally closing the space for their lips could touch. Rachel pulled Quinn closer by her waist then laid down on the couch with Quinn on top "Thank god we're alone, I couldn't handle one more interruption."
"Me neither." Quinn trailed kisses down tanned neck, licking and sucking on random spots.
Rachel grabbed a fist full of blonde hair to keep her on her neck, moaning at the sensation of her wet tongue. Quinn pressed her body into the girl below as Rachel arched her body into Quinn's.
"You feel so good." Rachel moaned as she bucked her hips to gain any type of friction.
Quinnplaced her thigh in between Rachel's legs, putting pressure on her center and was pleased with herself when Rachel squeaked; meaning whatever she's doing, she's doing it right. However, once Rachel started to run her palm into her underwear, she quickly smacked it away and removed herself off the girl.
"Wh- Quinn, everything okay? Did I do something?" Rachel grabbed her hand, worried she might've crossed a line or something.
"It's not you, it's me."
"If I had a dollar for every time someone said that to me I would afford a penthouse in New York."
The humor didn't even make Quinn laugh, instead it made her hide her face into her hands "You have experience with this stuff, but me—this is all new a-and when you tried to do… that, well, I panicked."
Rachel pressed her lips together, trying not to be so smug about being an expert in sex "I'm sorry, I didn't know. We'll go at your own pace when you're ready, okay?"
Quinn nodded and was relieved to know that Rachel didn't pressure her to do anything she wanted. Placing a kiss to Rachel's nose, Quinn snuggled into Rachel's side and started to drift to sleep.
Rachel twirled small strands of hair to keep her occupied from asking questions related to sex. Not even five minutes have passed and already Rachel summed up the courage to ask.
"So… is it just your first time or first time with a girl?" Rachel could've been cautious and danced around the question, but subtly gets her nowhere.
Hastily, Quinn looked to Rachel with furrowed brows and open mouth, trying to come up with an answer "Rachel! You can't just ask someone that! It's personal and intimate."
"Is that a yes to both?"
"Rachel." She groaned, embarrassment settling in her body.
The brunette cracked into laughter "Come on! We've been dating for almost three months. I should know you if you've been deflowered."
"You know what," Quinn patted Rachel's knee "I'm going upstairs and you will stay here till I say so."
"You can't be serious."
Quinn smirked and shrugged her shoulders, leaving the brunette in the living room all alone. After two hours of the silent treatment, Quinn went downstairs to tell Rachel she can come up, but instead found the artist sleeping on the couch. She can tell Rachel got comfortable by getting a thick blanket and curling up in a ball.
The blonde tiptoes her way to the unconscious body and kneeled, placing a feather-like kiss on her head and whispers "I love you."