When Rachel and Quinn stumbled downstairs for food, it was already one in the afternoon.
"Oh, good, you're up," Rachel's father, Mike, said while Rachel dragged herself into the kitchen. "What time did you get in last night?"
"Around one," Rachel said, grabbing a carton of orange juice from the fridge and draining it in record speed.
"Cutting it pretty close to your curfew, Rachel," he warned gently, smiling as Quinn sat down next to him and laid her head down on the table.
"We made it on time. Besides, one-fifteen is an arbitrary curfew." Rachel said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and tossing the carton in the trash.
"You're the one that petitioned for an extra fifteen minutes," Mike said, chuckling as he glanced at Quinn. "Hungover?"
"No," Quinn said, yawning. "Just tired. We didn't get into bed until three in the morning."
"Oh really? Why were you up so late if you got back at one?"
"Oh, no reason," Quinn said, quickly. She had almost forgotten that she was talking to Rachel's father. "Just couldn't sleep. Adrenaline from the party, you know."
"And when you did go to bed, I assume it was in separate beds like we all agreed?" Mike asked, though he knew the answer. He wasn't a moron.
"Of course, Daddy," Rachel said with a wink, wincing as she sat down on the wicker chair next to Quinn. Her ass hurt a lot more than she thought it would. Still, she squirmed happily when she thought of last night. Which, of course, made her wince again.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked.
"Oh, nothing…I just…fell down last night," Rachel said, emptying a packet of Splenda into a large ceramic mug.
"I smell coffee," Quinn said, her eyes closed as she lifted her head off of the table.
"Uh huh," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "Open your mouth."
Quinn frowned, but complied. Her eyes snapped open in surprise when half of a bagel was unceremoniously shoved into her mouth.
"Eat first," Rachel said. "Then coffee."
"But I want coffee!" Quinn mumbled around the bagel as she reached for the mug in Rachel's hand.
"Then eat your bagel," Rachel said, taking a big sip. "Mmm, God, this coffee is amazing. You should really have some, Quinn."
"I hate you," Quinn muttered, taking a bite from the bagel.
"Okay, I think that's my cue," Mike said, laughing as he stood up. "I'm off to meet your father."
"Where are you going?" Rachel asked, smacking Quinn's hand away from her coffee again.
"We're going to the park for a bit, then maybe see a movie and grab dinner. We figured Quinn could keep you company."
"Not unless she gives me coffee," Quinn said, narrowing her eyes.
"Fine, Officer Fabray," Rachel said with a wink, handing Quinn a mug of coffee. "You big baby."
"Babies don't drink their coffee black," Quinn said, doing her best to stifle the blush that was creeping up her neck. After she took a big sip, she turned to Mike and smiled. "I'd be happy to keep Rachel company."
"Excellent," Mike said, standing up to gather his things. "We should be back by nine or ten."
"Have fun!" Rachel yelled as Mike opened the front door.
"You too, sweetie!" Mike called back. "I left some money for you on the counter to order dinner!"
As the door closed, Quinn gave Rachel an apprising look.
"You know, you nearly made me choke on my coffee with that Officer stuff," she said.
"I know," Rachel said, taking a bite from the bagel Quinn had discarded on her plate.
"You're evil," Quinn said, her eyes narrowing.
"You have no idea," Rachel said with a smirk. "But I'm sure you'll find out soon enough."
"Well that's foreboding," Quinn said, frowning into her mug.
"Nevermind," Rachel said, laughing. "Let's watch a movie. I have the perfect one."
…
Quinn was perplexed when Rachel ran up to her bedroom to get the DVD, bypassing the collection of movies by the TV in the living room. Shrugging, she walked into the kitchen to make some popcorn.
By the time it was ready, Rachel had turned off all the lights and was sitting on the couch with the remote in her hands.
"I think you're really going to like this movie, Quinn," Rachel said, snuggling close when Quinn sat next to her.
"What's it called?" Quinn asked, throwing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it in her mouth.
"Secretary."
"Ugh, Rachel, is this another one of your fake female empowerment movies? Because I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Melanie Griffith was not empowered in Working Girl!"
"Relax, Quinn," Rachel said, pushing play on the remote. "This is nothing like Working Girl."
Half way through the movie, Quinn decided that Rachel was absolutely right. This was…ridiculously hot and she wasn't too surprised to find herself quickly relating to James Spader's character. At one point, she closed her eyes, flashing back to the control she had held over Rachel the night before, to the way Rachel had obeyed her every order.
When she felt Rachel's palm resting against her leg, Quinn took a deep breath, her throat suddenly bone dry. Every nerve in her body was throbbing.
For a moment, Rachel was confused. Then, with a smirk, she raked her nails gently up and down Quinn's thigh.
Quinn gasped, digging her fingers into the pillow next to her.
"What you did to me last night…" Rachel whispered, ghosting her lips across Quinn's neck until she reached her ear. "Was so hot."
Then, biting down on her earlobe, Rachel teased the skin of Quinn's abdomen with her fingertips. When Quinn tried to turn towards her girlfriend, Rachel's hand stopped.
"No," Rachel whispered, sliding her hand under the waistband of Quinn's sweatpants. "Watch the movie."
With a groan, Quinn turned back, taking deep breaths as Rachel's fingers brushed against quickly dampening curls.
"Spread your legs," Rachel said, dragging her nails roughly up Quinn's thigh.
Whimpering, Quinn complied. As Spader called Maggie Gyllenhaal's character into his office, Quinn felt Rachel's finger press against her clit.
"Oh God," Quinn gasped, arching her hips up, desperately seeking more contact.
Rachel, however, kept moving her finger in slow, tight circles, occasionally dipping lower to gather more wetness.
When she finally did press harder, Quinn moaned, blindly reaching for Rachel's wrist and urging her hand to move faster.
Rachel groaned at Quinn's desperation, the quickening of her breath, the movement of her hips.
When Spader bent Gyllenhaal over the desk in his office, Rachel slipped two fingers down, teasing Quinn's entrance. And, when Spader delivered the first rough slap to Gyllenhaal's ass, Rachel pushed her fingers deep inside.
Quinn let out a deep groan as her eyes fluttered closed.
"Keep them open," Rachel said thickly, twisting and curling her fingers, matching the tempo of the spanking on screen as she moved in and out of Quinn.
Quinn grunted, struggling to obey as she gripped Rachel's wrist tighter.
"Rachel, God, harder…more," Quinn croaked, rolling her hips frantically while struggling to keep her eyes on the screen.
Rachel grinned, slipping a third finger into Quinn, moaning as the blonde's face contorted with the effort of keeping her eyes open.
Quinn watched Gyllenhaal's face as Spader delivered slap after slap. All she could think about was the way Rachel's body had tensed up when she had received her own spanking.
Her eyes snapped shut when she felt Rachel's thumb swiping across her clit.
"Don't stop," Quinn begged, blindly fisting her hand in Rachel's hair and tugging her closer. "Fuck, Rachel, harder."
Rachel gasped, her eyes widening as she pushed into Quinn with what felt like an obscene amount of force.
Quinn released a deep, guttural groan, nearly surging off the couch as she rocketed her hips upwards to meet Rachel's thrusts. She was contracting almost painfully around Rachel's fingers, her walls clenching down and pulling Rachel even farther into her.
With a shout and one final thrust, Quinn came.
"God, Jesus," she breathed, letting go of Rachel with both hands as she fell backwards onto the couch. She was barely even aware of Rachel's fingers sliding out of her.
When she finally opened her eyes, Rachel was staring at her, her tan skin flushed all over.
"I'm going to go up to my room," Rachel said. "In exactly thirty minutes, come upstairs."
Quinn's brow furrowed, but she nodded, too spent to argue.
Forty five minutes later, Quinn woke up.
"Fuck!" she hissed, running upstairs as quickly as she could.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I fell asleep," Quinn said as she opened the door to Rachel's bedroom. "Rachel, where are you?"
"Right here, Quinn," Rachel said stepping in from the bathroom.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Quinn said, falling backwards against the door.
"You're late, Quinn," Rachel said, sauntering forward in a pair of black knee-high stiletto boots, a black lace corset and a tiny black thong. Her eye shadow was dark and smokey, her eyeliner thick and black.
"Rach, you look amazing," Quinn said, mildly surprised that she was able to form a coherent sentence.
"I think we'll stick with Ms. Berry," Rachel purred. "Understood?"
Quinn nodded, her eyes widening dramatically.
"Undress," Rachel ordered.
Quinn's face flushed as she nodded again, slowly stepping out of her sweatpants and tank top. With a final glance at Rachel, Quinn shimmied out of her underwear.
Rachel took a moment to admire the sight in front of her, wagging her finger when Quinn moved to cross her arms in front of her chest.
"I didn't tell you to do that, Quinn," Rachel said, taking a step forward.
Quinn nodded, placing her arms back at her sides, trying to fight the blush that was creeping up her body.
"Face the door," Rachel said, catching Quinn's arm as she began to turn. "Quinn, when I tell you to do something, you had better acknowledge it."
"Yes, Ra…I mean, yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, casting her eyes to the floor.
"Good girl. Now face the door."
"Yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn said as she turned around.
"Palms on the door, above your head. Legs spread apart."
"Yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn replied, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest as she obeyed her girlfriend's orders.
When Quinn was situated, Rachel stepped behind her, pressing her front against Quinn's back. "You don't move from this position until I tell you to. Understood?"
"Yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn whispered.
"The things you did to me last night, Quinn," Rachel began, reaching around and lightly circling Quinn's nipples with her thumbs. "Had you ever experienced them yourself?"
"Which things, Ms. Berry?" Quinn said, involuntarily arching her hips.
"Have you ever been spanked, Quinn?" Rachel said, reaching next to her and grabbing a pair of adjustable nipple clamps from the desk. "Have you ever had anything in your ass?"
"No, Ms. Berry," Quinn whimpered.
"Do you mean to tell me," Rachel said, attaching the clamps to Quinn's nipples, reveling in the pained groan that her girlfriend released. "That you did things to me without understanding what they felt like, without the slightest knowledge of what might be too much?"
"Yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, trying her best to breathe through the pain.
"You're quite lucky that I have a high pain tolerance, Quinn," Rachel whispered, reaching around to tighten the clamps. "Time to find out if you've been blessed with the same gift."
"Yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, forcing herself to breathe through the pain as Rachel stepped back and gently caressed her backside.
"Your safe word is banana split," Rachel whispered.
"Yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn said softly.
"I hope you see the artistry here, Quinn," Rachel said nonchalantly as she brought her hand down lightly onto her bottom. "You had me cuffed for the majority of the evening. I, on the other hand, merely have to tell you not to move. And you won't, will you Quinn?"
"No, Ms. Berry, I…oh!" Quinn said, jerking slightly as Rachel delivered a much harder slap. "I won't move, Ms. Berry."
"That's my good girl," Rachel said soothingly as she brought her hand down harder and harder, over and over.
Quinn honestly hadn't had a clue how painful or humiliating this was going to be, standing prone and unmoving, waiting to be punished. More than that, though, she never realized how turned on it would make her. It was a welcome surprise, to say the least.
Still, Quinn sighed and let her body relax little as Rachel's hand stopped coming down. When something harder made contact with her bottom, though, Quinn gasped and yelped.
"You didn't think you were done, did you?" Rachel said, smiling as she swung the hair brush a few more times.
"No, Ms. Berry," Quinn groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as the pain inched closer and closer to unbearable.
It was truly a testament to Rachel's understanding of her girlfriend that she knew the exact moment Quinn needed her to stop.
Quinn's relief at hearing the hairbrush being placed down, however, was stolen away from her when she heard the distinctive snap of a latex glove behind her.
Her body tensed up immediately.
"Oh, Quinn," Rachel said, sauntering over as she covered her fingers with lube. "You had no qualms about this last night. Has something changed?"
"No, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, steeling her resolve as her heart began to race. If Rachel could take this, so could she.
"Excellent," Rachel said, tugging gently on the clamps. "Spread your legs wider."
Quinn gasped at the pressure on her nipples as she complied and moved her feet outward. She jumped when she felt something cold against her asshole.
"Take a deep breath for me Quinn," Rachel said, waiting for Quinn to obey before she pushed the tip of her index finger in.
Quinn's eyes shot open and her head fell forward against the door. It felt so different, so weird. She could feel every movement of Rachel's finger as she eased the rest of it into her.
When she involuntarily pulled her hips away slightly, Rachel smacked her hard on her left butt cheek and then pressed her finger up, then in and out a few times. Quinn gasped for air, her toes curling against the carpet.
"I can see why you did this to me for so long, Quinn," Rachel said, quietly, leaning forward slightly to whisper into her girlfriend's ear. "I love the way you squirm."
With that, Rachel eased her finger out, letting Quinn enjoy the relief for only a moment before she pressed back in with two. A deep grunt tore itself from Quinn's chest as she rose up on her toes, her breath coming in short little pants.
"Stay still, Quinn," Rachel warned, scissoring her fingers.
"Y…Yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn said between clenched teeth as she forced her body to stay put.
"Does it hurt, Quinn?" Rachel said, her own stomach clenching with arousal as she pushed her fingers farther into Quinn.
"Oh God," Quinn said, taking a deep breath as a bead a sweat trickled down her forehead. "Yes, Ms. Berry."
"Do you want me to stop?" Rachel asked innocently, curling her fingers, sliding them quickly in and out of Quinn.
"If…Oh, Jesus, ungh…only if you want to, Ms. Berry," Quinn replied, shaking and shuddering from head to toe.
"Good answer," Rachel said, reaching around and lightly circling Quinn's clit.
"Oh, God," Quinn shouted, her body shuddering from the over stimulation. She was close, so close. She just needed a little more, a little longer and…
Rachel stopped, slowly sliding her fingers out and away from Quinn.
Quinn let out a frustrated sigh, then took a deep breath, knowing that arguing would get her into more trouble than it was worth.
Standing behind Quinn, watching her body shake from exertion, Rachel found herself very impressed. She had known Quinn was about to come and, any other day, Quinn would have hissed at her to finish. But it appeared that she had done her job well. Quinn knew not to open her mouth.
"Lie down on the side of the bed and spread your legs, Quinn," Rachel said, taking off the glove and throwing it in the trash.
Quinn turned around, stalling momentarily to look at Rachel. She had almost forgotten what the brunette was wearing.
"Now, Quinn," Rachel said sharply, though she was secretly thrilled that Quinn appreciated her outfit. Not that she had expected otherwise.
"Yes, Ms. Berry," Quinn muttered, laying on her back and spreading herself open.
Rachel reached for the clamp on Quinn's left nipple and slowly removed it, replacing it quickly with her tongue in an attempt to ease the pain caused by the rapid rush of blood back to the area. Quinn gasped, gripping the sheets as she shuddered against the pain when Rachel repeated the process on her other nipple.
"I'm going to touch you now," Rachel said, standing up and running her fingertips up the bare skin of Quinn's thigh. "And you're not going to make a sound."
Quinn's eyes widened. She was extremely vocal in bed. Like, extremely.
"I know what you're thinking," Rachel said, dipping her finger into Quinn's folds and lightly rubbing her clit up and down. Quinn shivered, her eyes slipping shut. "You're thinking that this is going to be impossible."
"Yes, Ms. Berry,' Quinn panted, her back arching when Rachel slowly slid one finger into her.
"Well, you're just going to have to try really hard. Because if you make noise," Rachel said, pulling out and then pushing in with two fingers, enjoying the way the gasp caught in Quinn's throat. "I'm going to stop."
With that, she removed her fingers and brought them to her lips, watching Quinn's eyes flutter closed as she licked them clean.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" Rachel asked.
Quinn nodded desperately.
"Good," Rachel whispered, slowly undressing until she was wearing only the boots.
"You didn't think I'd let you come before me, did you?" Rachel asked innocently, getting onto the bed and carefully resting her knees on either side of her girlfriend's shoulders.
Quinn's mouth watered as Rachel slowly lowered herself.
With the tip of her tongue, Quinn teased Rachel's clit, savoring the whimper she elicited as she traced light circles around it. When she raked her nails down Rachel's back, the brunette moaned and thrust her hips forward, grabbing blindly for the headboard to support herself as Quinn bit down on the bundle of nerves.
Quinn loved how uninhibited Rachel was in this position, the way she would rock herself into Quinn's face with want, the way her knees would squeeze almost painfully against Quinn's head. It almost made her forget the throbbing between her own legs.
Rachel's hips rolled wantonly when Quinn simultaneously pushed her tongue deep inside and used her thumb to press against her clit. She was close. Really close. Quinn nearly came herself when she glanced upwards and saw Rachel squeezing her nipples as she pistoned herself against Quinn's mouth.
"God, Quinn," Rachel groaned, gripping onto the headboard. "Don't stop, don't stop."
Quinn reached up, moving Rachel's hands out of the way and pinching her nipples roughly.
"Christ, Q, like that," Rachel gasped, leaning back and resting her hand behind her, against Quinn's thigh, as she rocked herself forward. "Just like that."
With a few more sharp bites to her clit, Rachel came, her body propelled forward with the force of her orgasm.
"Well," Rachel said breathlessly, weakly climbing off of Quinn and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You certainly aim to please, Ms. Fabray."
Quinn said nothing, knowing it was against the rules. When Rachel turned back to her with a grin, she knew it had been the right move.
"Very good, Quinn," Rachel said, leaning down and kissing Quinn deeply. "I suppose you think that you deserve a reward?"
Again, Quinn remained silent. But she couldn't keep the hope out of her eyes. She was throbbing, her entire body aching to be touched. She needed it more than she ever had in her life.
"Very well, Quinn," Rachel said, kneeling between Quinn's spread legs. "But you don't come until I tell you to. Understood?"
Quinn nodded, her eyes fluttering with anticipation.
"Good girl," Rachel said. "I'll be right back."
With that, Rachel stood up and walked out of the bedroom, not bothering to cover up since her fathers wouldn't be home for a few hours.
When she returned, Quinn was in the same position, her eyes shut and her lower lip clenched between her teeth.
"You didn't touch yourself while I was gone, did you Quinn?" Rachel asked, setting two glasses down on the night table.
Quinn's eyes opened at the sound, then widened when she saw the ice in one of the glasses. She shook her head weakly. It was sure as hell tempting, but Quinn had known Rachel would ask.
"Good," Rachel said, picking up an ice cube and bringing it to her mouth, sucking softly as the waster coated her lips. "So refreshing."
Quinn let out a deep breath, her stomach muscles clenching with desire.
"Spread your legs wider," Rachel said, grinning when Quinn scrambled to obey, spreading herself painfully apart.
Rachel took one more lick of the ice cube, then brought it down to Quinn's knee and moved it upwards, lightly skimming it on the sensitive flesh of her thigh. Rachel switched to the other thigh, then up to circle Quinn's nipples.
Quinn shivered, fighting off a moan. She was pulsing, her body tensing and relaxing desperately as Rachel moved wordlessly above her.
When the ice cube melted, Rachel reached for another and, with a wink, touched it to Quinn's clit.
Quinn's eyes snapped shut and she jumped, her entire body chilling as Rachel slowly moved the cube against her. She concentrated on taking deep breaths as Rachel brought it down, teasing her entrance and gently dipping it inside of her before pulling it out and moving back to her clit.
It didn't take long for the cube to melt. Instead of reaching for another, however, Rachel dipped her fingers into the other glass.
Quinn didn't miss the way her girlfriend winced.
After a few moments, Rachel removed her hands from the glass. They were flushed a deep red.
When Quinn felt Rachel's fingers, scorching hot, against her clit, she nearly screamed. She had been so cold and now the heat was building rapidly, threatening to burn her from the inside out. With every flick of Rachel's finger, Quinn tumbled closer and closer to the edge.
When she was about to let go, about to finally release, Rachel removed her fingers.
Quinn's eyes fluttered open, her eyebrows furrowing in frustration as her body lost its grip on the orgasm that had been building so insistently.
"Very good, Quinn," Rachel said, leaning down to nibble on Quinn's shoulder. "I'm impressed."
Quinn let out a deep breath, willing herself to relax as Rachel trailed plump lips, still a little cool from the ice, across her chest and up to her neck.
After a few moments, when Rachel had determined that Quinn had sufficiently calmed down, she climbed in between the blonde's spread legs and thrust three fingers deep into her.
Quinn's eyes snapped open, her back arching off the bed as she fought to restrain the scream that was ready to burst out of her.
"How does that feel, Quinn?" Rachel asked, kneeling forward to get more leverage as she spread her fingers.
Quinn took a shaky breath, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as her hands fisted in the sheets.
"Do you know what I want, Quinn?" Rachel asked calmly, making eye contact with Quinn as she drove her closer and closer to the edge. "I want to taste you."
With that, Rachel removed her fingers and bent down, taking Quinn's clit between her lips, lightly scraping it with her teeth as she moved her tongue in circles around it.
Quinn's breath caught in her throat, a soft squeak just barely escaping her lips.
"What was that?" Rachel asked, sitting up and tracing light circles on Quinn's clit with her finger.
Quinn looked petrified, her hips rising up to increase the barely there contact that Rachel was giving her.
"Do you think I should forgive you for that slip up, Quinn?" Rachel asked, teasing Quinn's entrance with the tip of her finger.
Quinn nodded desperately as she bit the inside of her arm to keep from screaming.
"Very well, Quinn," Rachel said with a wink, pushing the finger inside Quinn again, reveling in the way her girlfriend's body shook with pleasure. "But only this once."
Rachel bent down again and ran the flat of her tongue against Quinn as she moved her finger in and out, pushing in with another one after a few moments.
Quinn writhed on the bed, one hand firmly against her mouth and the other tugging Rachel's hair sharply. She had been trying to hold off her orgasm for the last ten minutes, and there was no way she was going to last much longer.
When Rachel glanced up at a particularly rough hair pull, she was met with Quinn's eyes, begging her silently.
With a wink, Rachel pulled her fingers out of Quinn and resumed lightly sucking Quinn's clit, causing the blonde to buck up against her.
After a few more moments, when she was sure Quinn was about to let go with or without her permission, Rachel pushed her index and middle finger into Quinn roughly, then slowly slid her ring finger into the blonde's ass.
"Come," she whispered before taking Quinn's clit between her teeth and biting down sharply.
Quinn's eyes rolled backwards, her hips rising and falling desperately against Rachel's mouth and fingers. The pleasure and pain permeated each other as she shouted her release, unable to keep quiet any longer as the orgasm pulsed through her.
Her hands were fisted in Rachel's hair, holding her head still as the brunette's tongue continued to work her over, coaxing out every aftershock.
After a few moments, Quinn fell limply back against the bed, twitching as Rachel licked her clean.
Slowly, Rachel pulled her fingers out, savoring the way Quinn's brow relaxed when she was finally empty.
"Did I break you?" Rachel asked, kissing her way slowly up Quinn's stomach.
"Mmm," Quinn replied, still breathing raggedly.
"I think you feel the way I felt last night," Rachel mused, nuzzling into Quinn's neck.
"What, over stimulated and sore?" Quinn asked, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Basically," Rachel replied, smiling as Quinn turned and kissed the top of her head. "It was…it was okay though, right?"
"Oh definitely," Quinn said. "Though we might have to hold off on the ass stuff for a while. I'm not sure I'll be able to sit right for a few days at least."
"It'll feel better by tomorrow," Rachel said. "Mine does."
"Oh does it?" Quinn said as she quickly slid a finger between Rachel's cheeks and pressed lightly into her.
"I lied," Rachel shrieked, biting down on her bottom lip and pulling away. "It doesn't feel better!"
"That's what I thought," Quinn said, laughing. "My Rachel, trying to be all tough."
"I am tough," Rachel said, frowning. "And it's Ms. Berry to you."
"Wait," Quinn said, rolling over to face her girlfriend. "There's no way you put all this together since last night."
"No, there isn't," Rachel said, her eyes twinkling.
"So…how long have you been planning this?"
"Since we were in the costume shop," Rachel said, grinning. "That's why I laughed last night when you told me where you got the outfit."
"You got that outfit at the costume shop?" Quinn asked incredulously. "Man, I missed that one."
"No," Rachel laughed. "I got the idea in the costume shop. The dominatrix costumes they had there were way too cheesy. I picked the pieces to this outfit up in a bunch of different places."
"Well, color me impressed," Quinn said, leaning forward and brushing her lips against Rachel's. "And grateful."
They stayed like that for a few moments, their lips moving languidly against each other, until Rachel pulled away sharply.
"Quinn," Rachel said abruptly. "My fathers left us money."
"For food," Quinn whispered, her eyes widening.
"I'll get dressed, you order a pizza," Rachel said, scrambling to get up from the bed.
Quinn was just behind her, falling over as she tried to simultaneously pull her underwear on and dial the pizza place.
"Quinn," Rachel said, trying to blow hair out of her eyes as she jumped up and down to get her jeans on.
"What?" Quinn replied as she attempted to drag a shirt over her head with the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder.
"I love you," Rachel replied, walking over and holding the phone against Quinn's ear so she could pull the shirt on.
"I love you t - Hello! I'd like to place an order for pick-up!" Quinn said, grabbing the phone. "One large pizza, half plain, half mushroom. Yes. The name? Fabray-Berry," Quinn said, winking at Rachel and hanging up the phone.
"I love you too,' Quinn said, leaning forward and pecking Rachel on the lips.
"Fabray-Berry?" Rachel asked. "Why not Berry-Fabray?"
"I don't know, it just came out," Quinn said, pulling on her sweatpants.
"I think we should be Berry-Fabray," Rachel said.
"Rachel, we're not actually married," Quinn said, narrowing her eyes.
"I know that, but if we were, why wouldn't it be Berry-Fabray?"
"Rachel. Pizza. Prioritize," Quinn said, placing her hands on Rachel's shoulders.
"I'm just saying, it would be alphabetical," Rachel muttered, throwing on a shirt and grabbing her car keys.
"Fine, I promise when we get married, we can be the Berry-Fabray family," Quinn said, searching for a pair of flip-flops in Rachel's closet before walking out the door.
"And that is how you annoy somebody into giving you what they want," Rachel said to nobody in particular as she grinned and followed Quinn down the stairs.