Chapter 4

Rachel and Quinn were currently sitting in the office of Emma Pillsbury, the school guidance counselor, waiting for the return of Mr. Schue. Emma had previously walked in on them making out in the choir room while Mr. Schue was away. Emma was currently standing outside her office, and this was for two reason, one, to give the girls some space; two, because she was slightly uncomfortable sitting in the office with the two girls who she had walked in on. You can say it was a slightly disturbing experience.

"Are you okay, Quinn?" Rachel had asked once they were alone. In all honesty she was slightly scared about how this experience would further influence the blonde's actions about the relationship. If you would call it that. A part of Rachel was sure that Quinn would totally flip out about the entire situation and end any further links the two girls had made that day. Another part of Rachel was sure because of the traumatic experience that occurred prior to the walking; Quinn would realize how much she truly needed Rachel and her undying love for the ex-cheerleader. But of course, the first part was driven by rational thought – something that Rachel always relied on.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about this." Quinn mumbled in reply. Rachel was caught off guard – was Quinn apologizing about an extremely embarrassing moment that A, wasn't even her fault, and B, was probably much more painful for the blond to live through than the blond? It seemed so.

"Don't be. It's my fault just as much as yours, if not more." Rachel said, her eyes flickered to the ground.

"No its not," Quinn stated outright with a confident amount of firmness. She held out her hand to Rachel, palm up. Rachel turned to her and the brunette's eyes danced between the other girl's hand and face. "Take my hand, sweetheart." Quinn's voice was warm like hot cocoa on a winter's day – the coldness surrounding it made its effects even more felt.

Quinn felt a hand take her own, and a smile slid onto her face. Her eyes glanced down briefly to the two hands intertwined, and then back up to the singer's face. Quinn's smile grew even wider. She heard herself laugh, to Rachel's confusion.

"Is there something on my face?" Rachel asked, suddenly feeling nervous about Quinn's giggle.

Quinn shook her head. "You're so pretty, Berry." Rachel dodged her head at the sound of her name.

"I have to come up with a name for you." Rachel said.

"Like a pet name?" Quinn's giggle set Rachel's heart aflutter.

"Yes, Quinn." Rachel said with feign spite. Quinn smiled at her girlfriend and squeezed her hand. Then the door opened and Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury walked in. Rachel released Quinn's hand and it felt as if part of Quinn's heart crumbled away. Rachel gave Quinn an apologetic look and Quinn nodded, understanding.

Ms. Pillsbury sat in her chair, her wide eyes staring down at the table. Her prominent blush had erased itself from her cheeks. Mr. Schue took a seat on top of her desk, as he always does. He was not so coy to bounce his eyes back and forth between Rachel and Quinn. The girls sided themselves with Ms. Pillsbury, keeping their eyes firmly on the ground.

"Girls?" Schue addressed them.

"Mr. Schue I am incredibly sorry for our completely inappropriate action in the choir room just before and I can completely assure you that it will never happen again on school grounds!" Rachel babbled out, the pressuring being too much for her.

"Rachel, I still don't even know exactly what happened." Will laughed lightly. Rachel mouthed 'oh', her head slowly dropping once more. Quinn giggled at Rachel, who gave her a sideways glance, a smile showing her happiness about being able to make Quinn laugh. "Either of you care to fill me in?" Quinn and Rachel gave each other brief glances. There was a brief silent discussion via looks between the two girls before finally Rachel turned to Mr. Schue.

"Well, Quinn and I were in the choir room where you left us," Rachel started, trying to suppress a smile at the memory, "and we were talking…and eventually we started to kiss," Rachel's slow explanation was driving Quinn crazy.

"And then we started making out and Ms. Pillsbury walked in on us." Quinn burst out – the anxiety becoming too much.

"I see." Will said, he turned to Emma, and she nodded, as to confirm the story. "Can we talk outside?" Emma and Will left the room to discuss what further actions to pursue. Rachel and Quinn's eyes followed them until the door shut, in which Rachel turned back around to Quinn.

"What do you think they are going to do to us? What if they give us detention, or suspension? Or worse! What if they make me"

"Rachel! Calm down – they won't punish you that badly. This is your first offense ever. Well, that glee club thing you guys did the beginning of last year wasn't exactly appropriate but nonetheless. It'll all be okay."

Will and Emma walked back in the room; Will said "Both of you are expelled," with the upmost seriousness.

"What?" Quinn shouted; Rachel's jaw simply dropped down, and she felt her head go light. "You can't do that to us! We were even fucking!" Quinn hissed the last part in a whisper. Will's eyes went as wide as Emma's at Quinn's use of profanity. He and Emma exchanged glances.

"I was just joking…" he scratched the back of his head, suddenly deciding that the practical joke wasn't such a good idea. Rachel's heartbeat returned to normal pace and she let out a long sigh of relief. "But Quinn, I must request you not use that type of vulgar language in school."

"Your fault. You shouldn't have played that joke." Quinn said defiantly, crossing her arms and looking out the window.

"She has a point…" Emma mumbled to Will, the first thing Rachel or Quinn had heard her say the entire time.

"But girls, there is no punishment. This time. If we ever catch you engaging in that sort of activity on school grounds during school hours we will have to punish you. Understand?" Both girls nodded. "I'll see you two at glee club." The bell rang, as if it had been listening to the entire conversation and knew exactly when to ring. Both girls scurried out of the room and went their separate ways.

Glee club went smoothly – Rachel and Quinn sat next to each other but didn't interact, so there wasn't any sort of gossip floating around – simply a glance from Finn and Santana – the latter suspected something, but the former was just plain confused.

Mr. Schue's assignment for the week had been to perform at the end of the week songs from a movie (that was not a musical, much to Rachel's disappointment). By giving this assignment he had hoped to introduce the children not only to new music, but to new films as well. After glee club ended and everyone dispersed, Rachel met with Quinn at her car.

"Do you know what song you are doing?" Rachel asked Quinn. Quinn looked up from her keys and shook her head.

"I haven't had much time to think about it." Quinn explained, unlocking her car. "Do you?"

"Yes," Rachel said proudly, "I am going to perform Celine Dion's epic ballad 'My Heart Will Go On' from Titanic." Quinn smiled at her girlfriend – she should have expected a Celine Dion song.

"I might do 'As Time Goes By', 'Moon River' or 'Miss Misery'." Quinn leaned against her car, crossing her arms.

"Casablanca, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and I don't know the last one." Rachel admitted, somewhat embarrassed. Quinn started to laugh hysterically. Rachel tried to smile, but a frown made its way instead. "What?" Rachel asked, self-consciously.

"I-I just should've known you'd know the movies from like fifty years ago by not one from like ten years ago." Quinn looked over at her girlfriend, and upon seeing a frown on Rachel's face, suddenly felt guilty. She took Rachel in her arms and held her. "Berry, I wasn't making fun of you. M'kay?" Rachel nodded, holding onto Quinn tighter, feeling safe in the arms of her lover. "I just found it a little funny. I'm sorry."

"You looked like you found more than a little funny." Rachel quipped quietly into Quinn's shoulder. Quinn snorted, gently rubbing Rachel's back.

"Do you want a ride?" Quinn asked, releasing Rachel.

"If you don't mind."

"Of course not. Maybe you can come over?" Quinn's voice wandered away somewhere, and her eyes suddenly found the asphalt interesting. Her eyes flickered up to see Rachel's face: she was smiling. Rachel nodded.

"Of course I'd like to, but I need to ask my dads." Rachel pulled out her cell phone and dialed her dad's phone number. Hiram Berry picked up the phone. "Dad? Can I hang out at a friend's house for a little while? I don't know yet. I'll call,"

"Tell them I can take you home." Quinn interjected.

"My friend can drive me home. Who? Um…Quinn. Yes dad, no dad, I gotta go, I love you, bye…bye!" Rachel shoved her phone in her pocket and turned to Quinn. "I can come over."

Quinn pulled into her driveway and stopped the car. Before she got out, however, she turned to the brunette. "My mom doesn't know about this…" Quinn murmured, suddenly nervous about Rachel's coming over. Rachel nodded, completely understanding. It had in fact crossed through her mind about how Quinn's mother, Judy, would take Quinn's homosexuality (or bisexuality), and Rachel had rationally decided that while she didn't believe her mother would kick Quinn out after what happened with the pregnancy, she would not look upon it kindly.

"I'll be good." Rachel responded cheekily. Quinn nodded and gave Rachel a quick peck on the lips. The two got out of the car and walked up to the door. Quinn, upon finding the door locked, pulled out her keys, but before she could unlock it herself, her mother had and pulled the door open.

"Good afternoon, Quinnie." Judy smiled, "Whose your friend?"

"Mom, this is Rachel." Rachel offered a smile that filled Quinn's stomach with butterflies.

"Glad to finally meet you in person, Rachel." Judy extended her hand for Rachel. Rachel shook Judy's hand.

"It's very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Fabray."

"Call me, Judy."

"My apologies, Judy." Rachel laughed – she was really nervous. Rachel released Judy's hand and the three of them stood for a moment without saying a word.

"Mom, we're gonna go to my room." Quinn broke the silence, taking Rachel's hand and pulling her away.

"Do you girls want any snacks?"

"No thanks mom."

"But I'm kinda hungry…" Rachel murmured as she was dragged away.

Quinn's room was slightly less than Rachel imagined it to be. It had white walls, and everything was fairly plain. There was a table with a picture of Quinn, Brittany and Santana on a table next to her bed, along with a clock radio. On a desk across the room there was an assortment of papers, with pencils and pens scattered around it. A lamp stood in the corner of the room, allowing for a dimmed setting. A circular rug was laid in the center of the room. Rachel was underwhelmed.

"This is your room?" Rachel asked, looking around. Quinn nodded, shutting the door. Rachel moved over to the bed and sat down. "It's pretty." Rachel said, looking at Quinn.

Quinn nodded, her thoughts contradicting Rachel's. She placed herself next to Rachel. "What do you wanna do?" Rachel shrugged, clasping her hands together. Quinn's eyes wandered down to the ground.

"I don't often go over to other people's houses. You could say that this is a slightly awkward experience for me." Quinn put her hand on Rachel's knee.

"Don't worry. I'll make this experience as comfortable as possible for you." Quinn's voice trailed off as she leaned into Rachel, her lips only slightly pressed against the brunette's. Rachel closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of her lover.

"I can't do this." Rachel growled, jumping up. She turned away from a confused and slightly hurt Quinn. She crossed her arms.

"What's wrong?"

Rachel turned slightly to Quinn. "Why are you being so nice to me?" her voice was incredulous.

Quinn stood up and walked over to her table. She picked up a mirror and brought it over to Rachel. She handed it to Rachel. The brunette looked at her reflection for a moment, then realizing what it was.

"Is this about my nose?" Rachel asked, her fingertips lightly brushing her bruised nose. Quinn bit her bottom lip and nodded. She couldn't cry anymore. She just couldn't. She had cried enough. Rachel looked up at the taller girl and her lips twitched slightly into a small beam.

"I feel so guilty about hurting you. And I see it every single time I look at you. Plus the fact that you're so nice to me is like salt on the wound." Quinn said, taking Rachel's hand.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm so nice to you." Rachel joked, putting a sorrowful smile of her girlfriend's face. "Cheer up. This nose is worth it." Quinn nodded, and leaned forward. She pressed her lips against Rachel's nose, holding it there for a few seconds. When she finally pulled away Rachel was wearing a big goofy grin. "Don't you think we should tell your mom?"

Quinn's eyes widened, and she was suddenly afraid. "What? Why?" she quickly recoiled.

"Well, then we can snuggle on your couch and stuff." Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist.

"We can snuggle on my bed and stuff." Quinn guided Rachel to her bed. "I'm on top." Quinn's eyes glinted with this sexual aura that Rachel couldn't stand. So she laid herself down on Quinn's bed. Quinn slowly crawled over her. She leaned down and took Rachel's soft lips in her own. A hand attached itself to Rachel's waist, and slowly made its way up. Rachel's hand, in a moment of sexual arousal, latched itself onto Quinn's butt. Quinn gasped as the sudden action, but gave Rachel a look of such ecstasy that the brunette knew her action was not only condoned, but encouraged.

Soon Rachel felt a hand on her breast. Quinn gently squeezed Rachel and smiled at the response Rachel made. Rachel opened her mouth and allowed Quinn's tongue to enter. Rachel honestly had no idea what she was doing. Not just literally, but in this situation whatsoever. She had always been a good girl, so why was she now rushing into this sort of sexual relationship with Quinn?

But, she was enjoying herself. Isn't that reason enough?

Quinn slowly lowered herself onto the shorter girl. She intertwined her legs with Rachel's and moved her hand into Rachel's hair. She grabbed a fistful of it and broke her kiss with Rachel. Both of them were in need of hair.

"You taste so good." Quinn said, panting heavily. She pressed her forehead against Rachel's. The tips of their noses were touching. Rachel inhaled Quinn's breath – it smelled really nice. But that might just be Rachel.

Quinn's hand slid into Rachel's shirt, but the defense system that had been dormant for so long was still functional, and the singer's hand grasped Quinn's. "I can't do this with your mom in the house and not aware we are together."

"Are you serious!" Quinn roared under her breath. Rachel nodded – the smile that revealed itself due to how cute Quinn could be when she was mad. Right now Quinn was extremely wet due to how erotic she found Rachel Berry – don't tell her I said that – and she really wanted to get in Berry's pants. So she agreed. "You are such a baby." Quinn groaned as the two sat up.

"I'm your baby." Rachel placed a kiss on Quinn's neck from behind, give the blond chills.

"Mom?"

"Kitchen!" her mother replied. Quinn and Rachel looked at each other, the midget giving Quinn a reassuring look. The two made their way to the kitchen and looked at their mother, who was making a grocery list.

"Mom, can we talk?" Quinn asked, her hands behind her back. Judy's eyes darted back and forth between her daughter and Rachel.

"What about?"

Quinn swallowed hard – this was it. "Personal stuff."

"Is this about a relationship?" Judy asked, catching Quinn and Rachel off guard. They both looked at each other. "Because if it's what I think, I won't have it."

"W-what?" Quinn asked, heartbroken.

Judy looked at Quinn and Rachel, who were both looking scared as abused puppies. "Jk. That is what you kids say now? Jk?" Judy laughed.

"You're kidding?" Quinn was dumbfounded. Duped twice in one day. "Why would you do that to me?" Quinn cried, her eyes reddening.

"Honey, come here." Quinn bashfully marched over to her mother. She brought her daughter into a hug. Judy locked eyes with Rachel, who was slightly smiling. "I'm sorry about that, I was hoping I'd give off the impression I'm so comfortable about it that I could joke like that."

Quinn buried her face in her mother's shirt. She started to cry. Rachel came over, feeling like a third wheel, but tried to comfort Quinn. Judy let go of Quinn, who simply dropped her head and continued to cry. All three of the girls were in a small area.

"Quinn, everything's okay." Rachel soothed, taking Quinn's hand. Her girlfriend nodded, but she continued to cry. It wasn't anything more than raw nerves and just the impact coming out had on Quinn. The three remained silent, the only noise being that of Quinn's uneven breathing and the occasional sob.

"I'm sorry. I'm overreacting and I-I don't know exactly h-how to handle this situation." Quinn coughed. Judy handed her daughter a tissue, and Quinn loudly blew her nose.

"Quinn, I'm always gonna love you. Losing you last year taught me that." Quinn nodded, grateful for the amount of love she was receiving right now. "Rachel, are you staying for dinner?" Rachel's eyes bounced back between Quinn and Judy.

"If it wouldn't be too much to ask…"

"Of course not, we were gonna order pizza anyway." Judy said.

"Okay. I'll just need to let my dads know." Rachel replied.

"And yes mom, she did say 'dads' as in plural." Quinn smiled before coughing again. Judy was caught a little off guard but quickly adjusted.

"Oh, okay then. Have you met her parents yet, Quinn?" Quinn shook her head.

"Okay then. I'm assuming your parents don't have any problems with the relationship, Rachel." Rachel smiled, shaking her head.

"I mean, they don't know yet…only you, Mr. Schue and the guidance counselor know as of yet."

Judy looked at Quinn, then Rachel. "Mr. Schue and the guidance counselor know?" Quinn quickly grabbed Rachel and started to walk away.

"We'll be in our room. Call us when its dinnertime. They stepped out of the kitchen, but Quinn stopped. She turned back around and slightly stepped back into the room. "Mom, I'm gay."

Judy smiled tenderly. "I know, Quinn."

Rachel called her dads, straightened everything out, and the girls spent the rest of the time spooning. Quinn had fallen asleep, which presented a problem for Rachel, who was the little spoon in the situation. So, Rachel spent the next hour in Quinn's arms, waiting for dinnertime so she could wake Quinn up.

Then she heard a knock on the door. She whispered to come in, and Judy opened the door. She smiled when she saw Rachel, caged in her daughter's arms.

"Quinn fell asleep." Rachel said, matter-of-factly.

"Pizza's here." Judy replied, quietly. Rachel turned her head slightly to see Quinn out of the corner of her eyes. She looked so peaceful. She also had been drooling. On Rachel.

"Quinn." Rachel said, slightly louder than a whisper. She patted Quinn's cheek, and the other girl shot up. Rachel pursed her lips, trying to suppress a fit of giggles. "Its dinner." Rachel sat up, now missing the feeling of being wrapped up in Quinn. The ex-cheerleader wiped away spit at the corner of her mouth.

"I'll be waiting." Judy smiled, going downstairs.

"You drooled on me." Rachel laughed, brushing off any excess spit onto Quinn. Quinn blushed.

"Sorry. Let's go eat. I'm starving." Quinn took Rachel hand and tried to yank her along, but Rachel resisted.

"I'm a vegan. I don't eat pizza…" Rachel responded. Quinn covered her face, suddenly feeling stupid about not remembering. "I didn't even think about it before when your mom first suggested pizza, I was too consumed with you. Don't worry about it though. I'll eat later."

Quinn sighed. "No, you are eating. We have some fresh fruit for a salad. I'll make it. Can you eat fruit, or is that a crime against nature?" Quinn asked, sarcastically. Rachel deadpanned, but smiled in the end.

The two girls met with Quinn's mother in the dining room.

"Mom, Rachel's a vegan…that means she can't eat pizza so I'm gonna go make her a fruit salad."

"Oh, sweetie, you should have said something. We could have made other arrangements." Judy said, feeling slightly less guilty than Quinn.

"It's okay. I forgot too. I'm gonna go help Quinn." Rachel said, smiling.

"No. You and my mom are going to talk. I'll be back in like five minutes." Quinn forced Rachel into a seat and scurried away to the kitchen. Rachel folded her hands on her lap and nervously looked down at the pretty placemats.

"So, Rachel. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

This is it Rachel, don't blow it. Control yourself. Do not babble on for eons about your soon to be Tony-winning Broadway career.

"I like to sing." Rachel said simply.

"I guess that's why you're in glee club." Judy laughed. Rachel nodded – anxiety was ruling her behavior.

"I'm in honors classes too. I hold education very seriously." Rachel went on. "I'm not very popular…I love musicals and Broadway." Rachel grinned; nothing else was coming to mind. It was then that Rachel realized how boring she really was.

"Interesting." Judy said, trying to be polite. It was awkward between the two. Like, really awkward. "Do you plan on pursuing a career on Broadway?" Rachel nodded. "Well I'd love to hear you sing sometime."

"Really?"

Judy nodded, suddenly feeling a whole new wave of warmth come from Rachel. The brunette smiled. Rachel always found it nice to another person who wanted to be part of her world. It didn't happen very often. Rachel smiled.

"Thank you, Judy." Rachel smiled.

"For what?"

"Caring."

It turns out that Quinn made really good fruit salads. Although, it might just be Rachel trying to get into Quinn's pants by sucking up. Dinner went really well, according to Rachel, but if you asked Quinn, she would disagree – the entire dinner consisted of small talk, jokes, and mentions of Quinn's childhood, that Rachel found extremely funny. Quinn wanted to shoot herself by the end however.

Both girls were extremely relieved that Judy liked Rachel. While the mention of Rachel's religion was never mentioned, both girls were quite sure that Judy was aware of her religion – Rachel thinks it's the nose that gives it away.

Around eight, Rachel fathers demanded that she return home. Rachel couldn't break their decision – although once they find out Rachel and Quinn are romantically involved, things might change.

"Thank you so much for having me over." Rachel said once more to Judy.

"Anytime. It was a pleasure having you." Judy said.

Rachel nodded and waved goodbye to Judy. The two girls stepped outside into the dark, cool night. Quinn took Rachel's hands into her own and stared down at them. She took a deep breath. She wanted to tell her how great that night had been. But the words just didn't come out. She took a deep breath and looked up at Rachel. "I love you." That sufficed.

"I love you too." Rachel said.

Quinn drove Rachel home, both promising to not text or call the other at all for the rest of the night. Quinn had suggested it, and while Rachel didn't like the idea, she agreed. Anything for Quinn. But when Rachel turned the light off and laid her head down on the pillow, she thought she was dreaming when she heard her phone vibrating against her nightstand.

I'm really sorry about how long it took me to update. I got sick last week and I wasn't able to think clearly for days, preventing me from sleeping. I hope this extra long chapter makes up for it. Also, I'm really happy about how many reviews you guys gave me. 10 again? You guys are the best.

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