Chapter 5

"Quinn!" Rachel cried out, reaching her climax.

Quinn jolted upwards, feeling fire in her blood. She panted heavily before finally reclining back into her bed. She stuck her hand in between her thighs and was met with wetness. She touched her core, still seriously sensitive, and shuddered. She took a deep breath and unwillingly removed her hand from the area. She rolled over and grabbed her pillow. She buried her face in it, wanting to scream, cry – just get something out. Her mother, only a few rooms away, prevented this from happening.

Quinn looked over at her clock, 5:48. Rachel probably wasn't even up yet. She didn't try to get another hour of sleep; the tickle at her center would prevent it. She kicked her sheets off of her and stepped out of bed. She walked downstairs and into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and filled it with orange juice. She silently suckled at the tip of the glass, ever so slightly raising the other end of the glass up so she could reach the orange juice.

Quinn eventually set the glass down and curled up into a ball. She rested her cheek on her knee and closed her eyes. She was hurting. Not physically, but emotionally. There was something about Rachel – she missed her, a lot. The way Rachel held her hand, it was different. Not the technique or anything like that, just the way she did it. It was a Rachel Berry touch. It was kind and radiated an enormous amount of love. Rachel's lips on her own felt comfortable, not like Puck's or Finn's, or even Sam's. The formers had hard, uncomfortable lips, and they all had really uncomfortable peach fuzz. Rachel's lips were so soft and plush and tasty. They made Quinn explode inside with excitement – real excitement, like the kind her center was feeling just thinking about it.

She missed Rachel. A lot.

A tear trickled down her cheek, Quinn was determined it would be the only one as she furiously rubbed her eyes. Quinn had experienced the feeling of loneliness before, but not to this degree. The degree to which she desperately needed the object she was lacking's touch or image right in front of her. Image isn't a good word, because Quinn didn't want a picture of Rachel, she wanted Rachel. She wanted to see Rachel right in front of her – close enough that she could reach out and feel her soft lips. Close enough that she could talk with the smaller girl forever, even if she was annoying. Close enough that no matter how much she pushed Rachel away, she would never really be gone.

Quinn poured most of the orange juice down the drain ultimately, the combination of yearning and arousal proving to be fatal on your appetite.

She felt stupid. Why was she so dramatic about this? Why couldn't she just want to see Rachel badly? Why did she have to have a sex dream and shed tears and fucking get all super emotional about a girl who not even a week ago she hated. Or strongly disliked. Whatever. Quinn's fingernails dug angrily into her palms. She didn't even realize until she opened her hands how much pressure there was in her hands. Quinn escaped to the bathroom, tore out of her clothes and quickly prepared herself a hot shower. The warm water droplets rivuleted down her back, down her front. Right across her gateway to heaven. She clenched her thighs tight, an orgasm felt very possible at that moment. She overcame the intense urge to just shove herself into herself and release all the erotic feelings that were probably the cause of her overly emotional morning. But she didn't – it wasn't right. It went against her religion. She simply washed her hair as calmly as possible.

By the time Quinn walked into McKinley High, the feelings had calmed, and she had gained more control of herself, both emotionally and physically. However, the morning had resulted in a somewhat reserved and conscious Quinn. This was noticed by several students, such as Jacob Ben Israel, who wasn't scared shitless by the somewhat scared looking blond.

Leaning against her locker was Brittany. Quinn gave a small smile when the other girl made eye contact. "Hi Brittany." She said shortly, quickly getting to work on her locker lock.

"Hi Quinn." Brittany returned, moving slightly over to make room for Quinn.

Quinn exchanged her books and shut her locker. She turned to Brittany, but the sight of Rachel walking towards her with a wide grin caught her eye. Quinn shot a look at the brunette, that caused her face to scrunch up in confusion. Quinn shook her head and mouthed 'go away'. Rachel frowned and walked past the two blonde's. Thankfully, Brittany had been too busy talking about ducks or something to notice Quinn's silent communication.

Rachel sat silently sulking in the choir room at lunch time. She was staring quite disappointedly at the piano keys. She didn't bother starting her lunch – she missed Quinn too much. Why did Quinn have to do this to her? She respected that Quinn didn't want to come out, but the two couldn't, be like, friends? Rachel let out a heavy sigh.

Rachel turned to go to the bathroom when the door opened. She stared right at Quinn, who was beaming at Rachel. Rachel responded by scooping the taller girl up in a hug. She tightly squeezed Quinn's torso, smiling as wide as ever.

"Hello to you too." Quinn laughed, patting Rachel's back. Rachel loosened her hold but remained attached. Quinn felt guilt and in response gently placed her arms around her girlfriend.

"I missed you…" Rachel said sadly, burying her face into Quinn's chest.

That wasn't easy to hear from Rachel. This is Rachel Berry – while the girl was overly emotional, who would ever expect her to act like this? Although Quinn didn't know her very well…

"Rachel, lemme make it up to you. We'll hang out after school." Rachel brightened up at this suggestion, leaning away from Quinn to look up at her beautiful face. The two shared a brief kiss.

"Whoa!" a new voice called from behind them. Santana and Brittany were standing dumbfounded about two feet away. Quinn turned towards the couple, shocked, while Rachel fearfully hiding as much as she could behind Quinn.

Rachel's fear sprouted from the horrible thought that if anyone ever found out about her and Quinn, the latter would abandon the relationship is favor of popularity – something she had always desired. So Rachel prayed to God that Santana would agree with the pleas Quinn was babbling out.

"I never thought you'd like Man-Hands."

"Santana, please, please do not tell anybody – I am completely not ready to be gay in the public eye. I need to brace myself, okay? Please"

"Stop the waterworks, Q, don't you think I know this better than anyone. Sure I'll keep my mouth shut, except to you guys." Santana smiled, devious plans developed in her mind as her eyes gave off a glint of sinister pleasure.

"I'll make sure she doesn't tell anyone about your sweet lady kisses." Brittany smiled, taking Santana's hand in her own. Rachel gave the taller girl an appreciative smile. Santana and Brittany stepped inside the choir room and closed the door behind them. The girls all took a seat, Rachel on the piano bench, Quinn on the piano, and Santana and Brittany on two chairs from the back of the room.

"How long?" Santana asked, having no desire to bullshit around.

"Two days." Rachel grinned, proud of the infant relationship. Brittany 'awwed' and Santana gave a look of pure disgust.

"I'm assuming you haven't told your mother." Santana said – Quinn thought she heard a hint of question in Santana's statement.

"No. I have. She already knew." Quinn said.

"I can confirm this. I was there." Rachel interjected.

"What, did she walk on you two making out?" Santana laughed, leaning on her knees. Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana's idiotic quip, but Rachel gave a very serious headshake.

"Of course not. I highly doubt she would have approved of that, especially with the relationship being as young as it is." This was one of those moments where Quinn's love for Rachel wasn't as strong as it should be. Quinn nodded in agreement.

"Is she cool with it?" Brittany asked innocently.

Quinn nodded.

"Wait, you said she already knew. How could she know if you two just got together yesterday?" Santana barked, suddenly suspicious the two were lying.

Quinn scratched her head. "I'm not entirely sure. I guess because of the way me and Rachel were acting towards each other – it wasn't like, super close or anything, just casual – but I did have a meltdown the day before that that involved Rachel." Rachel took Quinn's hand and squeezed it. "And when we came downstairs later to talk to her about it, she said she already knew. I guess it was the way we approached her. It's like, mother's intuition or something."

Brittany mumbled something about college as Santana mulled over what had been said. As she did this, Rachel nudged Quinn her lunch and quietly pleaded with her to eat it. Quinn shook her head but Rachel insisted. You don't say no when a Berry insists.

"You don't say no when a Berry insists." Rachel said as she pushed it towards her girlfriend one last time. Quinn finally gave in and started to nibble at a vegan cookie, making the brunette quite happy. Secretly, while Quinn seemed like she was annoyed at Rachel's overbearing ways, she was enamored with the care she was receiving.

"Enough with the foreplay, girls." Santana said, "so, does Berry's parents know that the girl who used to make her life a living hell is now sticking her fingers in"

"Hey, shut it, S." Quinn snapped, feeling warm.

"My dads are not aware of my relationship as of yet, but they will either today or tomorrow. I'd like Quinn to be there with me when I confront they with the news, but I figure if I can't arrange for her to come over today or tomorrow, I'll have to tell them myself. I don't want them to think I was keeping something from them. We have a very close relationship." Rachel didn't even break a sweat with her monologue, unlike Brittany who was still trying to absorb the information. Quinn looked away from Rachel for a moment, suddenly embarrassed of her girlfriend. She didn't know why. All she knew was that she was extremely upset that she was embarrassed. She cleared her throat.

"You talk a lot; you know that, Man-Hands?"

"Don't call her that!" Quinn yelled at Santana. Brittany suddenly tensed up. The last time she saw the two fight, it was literally ripping her apart inside. The same thing was happening now.

"Calm down Tubbers! I'll lay off." Quinn nodded, suddenly a tad mad. But not at Santana. And not at Brittany either.

You'll never guess who.

Quinn was leaning against her car, waiting for Rachel – it seemed like a exact recreation of the day prior. Except this time, Quinn had something to say.

"Hey." Rachel smiled at Quinn, but it wasn't enough.

"Why didn't you defend me today?" Quinn quickly quipped. Epic.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"When Santana called me Tubbers. I defended you right before and you couldn't defend me?" Quinn came off as angry, but Rachel and I belief it's not so much anger as hurt.

"Quinn, I didn't realize…I didn't want to provoke any more arguing." Rachel said, looking up at Quinn with these adorable chocolate eyes. Quinn crossed her arms.

"So not arguing is more important than me."

"No Quinn, I just, Brittany was getting really upset and I just – please don't do this." Rachel said, an apologetic look on her face.

"You haven't even apologized yet." Quinn glared down at Rachel, her eyes burning. Rachel looked up incredulously at Quinn. She was about to retort with Quinn's not apologizes in the past, but then the memories of in the hallway yesterday resurfaced.

"I'm sorry, baby." Rachel stepped closer in an attempt to wrap her arms around Quinn. Quinn was somewhat resistant, but eventually Rachel got herself attached to Quinn. "I'm really sorry, Quinn." Rachel half-whispered, squeezing Quinn for emphasis. Quinn tried to keep her HBIC attitude, but with Rachel, she melted just like chocolate.

"Let's go to my house." Quinn said, her arms sliding around Rachel. "We'll talk to your dads tomorrow."

Quinn gently stroked a strand of Rachel's hair out of her face. Rachel turned to Quinn and smiled. The two were watching television – HBO really made finding something easier. So the two girls had decided on watching Drag Me to Hell. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable movie for the two to watch – it was one of the gross-out movies. Rachel found it absolutely hysterical while Quinn thought it was just plain disgusting.

"I don't know how you can find this funny." Quinn said, closing her eyes. Rachel shrugged into Quinn's embrace.

"It's so cheesy it's funny." Rachel explained, laughing at the latest round of vomit.

"You're just crazy, I think." Quinn sighed, kissing Rachel's hair.

"I think I am." Rachel laughed, this time at Quinn's remark rather than the movie. But Quinn didn't realize that. She didn't even think about it, the scent of Rachel's hair was heaven. It always was, and it always will be. "Hey Quinn?" Rachel asked, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. Quinn was confused at Rachel's actions, but went along with it without asking too many questions.

"Yeah?" Quinn looked into Rachel's eyes. She felt so comfortable, even with the two inches away from each other's faces because of the couch.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you." Rachel said, feeling somewhat awkward at her statement. The night before had left Rachel feeling kind of guilty that Quinn said 'I love you' first, Rachel was the one who developed feelings first, as far as she knew. She had had a crush on the blond since the beginning of high school. She dared not tell anybody. So when she finally found Finn, she was relieved that she wasn't totally dependent on the abusive Quinn Fabray to fill her love life. However, as time went on, clearly Finn wasn't the boy she thought he was, and after the relationship had ended, she quickly got over the boy.

Her feelings for Quinn had reemerged even stronger than before. Who knows what would have happened if she hadn't finally snapped the other day.

"I love you too, Rachel." Quinn smiled, leaning down and pressing her lips to the singer's. When she pulled away, there was a frown on Rachel's face. "What's wrong?" Quinn asked, gently nudging the shorter girl. Rachel sighed, somewhat dramatically.

"Do you really love me? Or do you just like me? I realize you're only seventeen, but do you love me in terms we can relate to?" Quinn had no idea what Rachel meant by the second half of what she said.

"Rachel," Quinn murmured; she pulled the brunette closer into her arms and Rachel rested her heads on her chest, "I think you're beautiful. You are so sweet and you are kind."

"But…"

Quinn sighed. She hated to do this, "But you do talk a lot. And you are sometimes a bit too self-centered. Now Rachel, I don't know if I love you," Quinn pecked Rachel's forehead, "but I do know I care for you more than any person on Earth. M'kay?" Rachel nodded and wrapped her arms around Quinn, akin to how a baby wraps it arms around its mother.

"Quinn," Rachel mumbled, "you may be a little insensitive to some people, but I love you. It's okay that you don't love me. I'll get over it." Rachel kissed Quinn's collarbone and smiled when Quinn brought her in closer. She felt safe.

I'm so sorry about the long wait! I've just been unable to write, ya know? So I posted this in honor of Dianna Agron's birthday. I had meant to make it longer, but the way it ended just was too perfect. If you review, tell me what you think of BORN THIS WAY, the extra long GLEE episode? K thanks :) LOVE YOU GUYS

BTW: PLEASE REVIEW! If you guys get me to 50 reviews by teh end of this chapter, I'll post a INCREDIBLY long chapter next time. :)