A/N: I'm updating pretty quickly here due to my immense hope for this story. There is a fairly quick sex scene in here, but nothing too awful ;D Oh, and by the way, I do not own glee ):
"Miss Fabray… that is beautiful. You've really become a fantastic artist." Quinn's eyes shot up to the man who was speaking to her. She had an incredible amount of paint on her jeans and her coifed hair was streaked with all sorts of blues and yellows. She sighed shakily as she recognized the person above her. One Noah Puckerman. He was one of Quinn's friends from college who became a mutual friend of hers and Rachel's and then, well, after the break up became nonexistent to her.
"Scram, Puckerman." Her voice was rough and clearly worn as she went back to focus on the canvas in front of her. It was yet another piece that showed the gorgeous skyline of Los Angeles. Usually, Quinn would be sitting on the beach and painting, but it was slightly chilly lately. The past few days had made her so much colder than she though LA would ever leave her. She ran her dainty, paint stricken fingers over a sore spot on her neck and then picked up a brush.
"Sure, Q, anything for you." Puck grimaced as he continued along his way, his cell phone beckoning him with the tone of 'Mama Who Bore Me' from the musical Spring Awakening. Quinn simply rolled her eyes as the tone became progressively lower.
Noah, on the other hand, continued walking before picking up the phone and smiling to himself.
"Rachel, I was just going to text you…" He grinned, her small voice cracking into his ear; tears clearly had to be streaming down her face.
"She… She doesn't want me anymore, N-Noah."
"Oh shut up… She wants you."
"H-How do you kn-know?" The grief in her voice was enough to even make Puckerman cave. He had to tell her where she was. He had to give Quinn and Rachel as many shots at this as possible. After all, it was his fault that they had ended in the first place.
"Wait! Quinn!" Rachel's voice reverberated through the small lounge. It wasn't fair that her girlfriend wouldn't let her explain. It wasn't fair that she couldn't run up to her, wrap her arms around her and hold her tightly. Mercedes would have told her that life wasn't fair.
"No, Rachel! No!" Quinn turned to her girlfriend, her breath seething and her eyes smoldering with an angry fire of sorts. "You do not get to do this to me again. I'm done this time. We're through!" The blonde threw her hands up in the air and turned on her heels toward her room. Rachel had cheated on her one too many times for Quinn to believe anything she said anymore. Sure, she had some things that she was going through, but Quinn was so not okay with it anymore. Her best friend dying and her not getting the lead in a television show were no longer fair excuses.
"No! Quinn, please… Baby I love you." Rachel's head was now in her hands, Noah Puckerman walking up behind her. She had no clue that he would become her best friend within the next few months. His large hand moved over her back.
"I'm sorry…" Noah's voice was much less sultry now and Rachel could tell that the boy knew he had forever hurt their relationship.
"She's painting, Rachel. Not the beach, not you, but it. She's painting it." Noah spoke softly as he looked over his shoulder, the image of Quinn becoming smaller as he continued down the pavement on the bridge.
"…IT?" Rachel gasped, immediately hanging up the phone. Puckerman had done his job. He was trying to pay them both back for the relationship he had ruined. Though, if someone asked Rachel why the Berry-Fabray romance had finished, she would have blamed herself.
Rachel scurried through her apartment, throwing on a pair of skinny jeans and a nice blouse before cladding her feet in sandals and heading out the door. The small Jewish girl was running through the large evening sidewalk traffic of Los Angeles. She weaved through bodies, smelling wiffs of body odor mixed with Quinn's favorite Diner and her own favorite Thai place. The whole world reminded her of them. The whole world showed her that she still needed Quinn.
When Quinn and Rachel first met, they were both much different and Rachel knew that. She knew that since Mercedes died and since she had failed in the Acting arena, she had jumped off the deep end. She had become a clone of Noah; sleeping with any girl who would take her and possible multiple ones at once. She was trying to get the love for Quinn out of her. There had to be someone else out there for her.
"Shit." Rachel swore as she reached the bridge. What the hell was she going to say to her?
"Quinn…" Rachel whispered, her hand sliding down her girlfriend's forearm and linking their hands together. She was so in love and this bridge would forever be changed for the two of them. Quinn was swaying back and forth, her eyes closed as she hummed Clair De La Lune and breathed the summer air. They had been together for a mere six months and Quinn knew she was more in love than ever.
"Yes, Rachel?" The blonde responded as she flickered her eyes open, glancing at the brown-eyed goddess. She was wearing this adorable dress that Quinn couldn't help but think about ripping off.
"Do you think it's possible that we're soulmates?" Always the rambler, always the one with the questions.
"I think it's possible, baby." Quinn breathed slowly, standing up straighter as she looked out onto the water, pointing up at a building that would go unrecognized by anyone other than the beautiful blonde artist. "You can see the rooftop restaurant we met at from here."
Rachel grinned, tears forming in her eyes. There was no other person in this world that knew her quite like Quinn did. No other person. She would forever have Rachel's heart and that was okay with her.
As Rachel thought, she had walked to the point where other people were watching Quinn paint. You could hear the whispers: 'why is she painting, that?' 'what does one do with a painting of Skiaro?' The crowd had no clue what that restaurant meant. No clue what this bridge meant. Rach stepped forward, sighing loudly.
"You are painting it." Her small voice let out a drawn out gasp that Quinn chose to react to. The blonde sat up straight, her back immediately tensing up as her head turned.
"Leave," Quinn grumbled angrily. "Leave now." Her eyes bore into the small Jewish girl who stayed right where she was. There was no stopping her, was there? Q immediately snapped back into it and began to pack everything up. The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving Rachel and Quinn to stand face to face.
"I'm not going anywhere until you explain why you're painting it." The brunette raised an eyebrow, her lips pursed. She really just wanted to know the honest answer. But she didn't get it. Quinn shoved the canvas into the girls hand and quickly ran away. And by run, I mean, sprinted out of the situation. Puckerman had to have told her. She wouldn't have known any other way.
Quinn's phone buzzed in her pocket just as she ran out of breath to continue running. She pulled it out and groaned loudly, not bothering to care about the people around her.
One new text message, RB.
Quinnie. You know you sweat when you run… and it's unbelievably sexy. I want to touch myself just thinking about it… xo
A shot of arousal ran through her body as she deleted the text. She needed sex sometime soon or the damn texts would start making her want Rachel again. She wasn't allowed to want Rachel again. The blonde looked around the street and grinned as she looked through the busy traffic. Brittany's apartment always seemed to be perfectly placed.
Quinn ran across the street and up the stairs, knocking on the door of her second favorite little toy, Brittany.
"Bee, open up, I need you." Quinn's sing songy voice filled the air as she heard a few clanking noises, a loud goodbye, and shuffling feet. She assumed she was on the phone or something, but with Britt you never knew. As the door flung open, the beautiful, tall dancer grinned happily and pulled Quinn inside.
"Sorry baby… What do you need?" Brittany took the bags her lover held and grinned. Her glistening skin was all too attractive and if it weren't for the paint smeared across her forehead, she would take her right there and then. But the paint always worried Britt. She never knew what it might do to her.
"you." Was all Quinn stated and Brittany just nodded. She took Quinn's hand in hers and simply nodded. The taller female giggled as she pulled Quinn to her, kissing her lips softly. She wanted to make things better, she didn't want this to just be her making Quinn numb.
"Oh… quinnnn." Brittany gasped out a small moan as Quinn's lips wrapped around a sensitive point on her neck. Quinn sucked intently as she moved her hands over Brittany's body, her dainty fingers stopping at the nickel button of her friend's jeans.
"Off." She grumbled against her lips as she pushed the pants down after unzipping them. The sweaty blonde pulled her lips away and groaned. The taking off of clothes always took too long for her liking. Clothes flew off before any other piece of their bodies touched. They embraced one another before falling onto the queen sized bed, limbs intertwined.
Brittany rolled onto Quinn, straddling her and grinning happily. She loved when all her girl wanted was a good fuck, but she still wanted them both to enjoy it. The girl kissed down from her neck to her collarbone, down the valley between her lover's breasts and to her lower abdomen. She nipped there softly as her hands traveled up the smooth, pale skin to Quinn's breasts.
"Yes, Bee… Please." Quinn begged, she always begged. Brittany's small hands pushed the artist's legs apart as she moaned at the sight of Quinn's smoldering sex. She rand her tongue along her teeth before moaning Quinn's name and sliding her tongue along the blonde's slit.
"More… oh gosh please more I… oh yeah." Quinn's voice boomed through the air as Brittany's tongue moved further inside of her. The swipes started quick and short, but as Quinn reached her climax and threaded her fingers into Brittany's hair, the movements of her tongue were longer and more drawn out.
"Rachel, FUCK." Quinn screamed as she reached her orgasm and Brittany pulled away, a small amount of disappointment inside of her. It was what normally happened. Quinn would reach her breaking point and scream out Rachel's name and then collapse, her body needing nothing else. It was disappointing, but Brittany knew that her friend needed it. She was happy to help.