AN: Thank you guys so much for the lovely reviews! I'm wrapping up the oneshot here because I'm choosing to focus on another fic I'm in the process of writing which will be faberry with angst. Still, I couldn't stop the faberry fluffiness from pouring out of my brain so I posted it! Just to make things a little clearer, this is season two and Quinn is living with the Berrys like she had been during her pregnancy. Her mom hasn't asked her to come home yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but if I did Bartie would never exist. Brittana FTW!
"Quinn, if we are going to fully use the limited amount of time we have we have to go now!"
Quinn giggled at the adorable pout on Rachel's face as the girl dragged her to Quinn's car.
"Rachel, we have three hours that's plenty of time to get home and fool around."
The brunette huffed and turned around, placing both of her hands on her hips giving Quinn that look. Quinn's eyes widened. Oh gosh she's going to rant.
Sure enough Rachel didn't disappoint.
"Quinn, I have been planning for the possible scenario that would involve you and I in a romantic situation, and if my calculations are correct we will need at least four hours for a satisfactory amount of lovemaking. Of course we could save some time if we quote on quote did it in your car, but I would rather not mar our first time by having it be in a constricted space, unless you find that arrangement agreeable."
Quinn gaped at the brunette, trying to process everything the girl had said. She knew she probably shouldn't be surprised that Rachel had planned a scenario, but it was still unnerving.
"F-four hours?" she squeaked, "Doesn't that seem a little extreme?"
Rachel sighed and grabbed Quinn's wrist to resume dragging her to the car, "Not at all Quinn. You see I left open the option of you panicking once we were making out on my bed and leaving in a rush. That would leave me approximately two hours to hunt you down, convince you that your feelings are perfectly normal and you're not going to hell before bringing you back to my house to finish where we left off. In reality, we would only need an hour."
"Um okay, but I'm pretty sure I'm not going to have gay panic once we get home."
"Oh good!" Rachel exclaimed as they arrived at Quinn's car. "that gives us plenty of time."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Yes that's what I've been trying to tell – oh nevermind."
She clicked her keys and Rachel tore open the passenger's door and looked at the blonde expectantly.
"Are you coming?"
The cheerleader tried to suppress a laugh as Rachel bounced up and down in her seat, before climbing into the driver's seat beside her.
The drive seemed to last a lot longer than the usual ten minutes, but Quinn blamed Rachel who had found it necessary to make out at every single stoplight. They had gotten quite a few people mad when Quinn didn't notice the light had changed to green. Now they were finally home and Quinn was determined to get Rachel back for the teasing. Smirking she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out to open Rachel's door. The brunette's eyes widened in surprise but she smiled and got out of the car.
"Thank you Quinn, I appreciate th - mmph"
Quinn had leaned down and captured her lips, simultaneously pressing Rachel's back into her car.
"You really shouldn't tease me like that," she murmured, "especially when I'm driving."
Rachel let out a whimper and tried to push Quinn away, "Qu-Quinn, we should wait until we're inside."
The blonde smirked and swiftly moved her thigh between Rachel's legs, eliciting a gasp from the diva.
"Yes we should, but I'm tempted to just take you out here."
Rachel was torn. She really really wanted Quinn to keep going, but she wasn't prepared to let her neighbors see her in a compromising situation. Before the cheerleader could react, Rachel had locked their lips together again, and Quinn was relaxing into her touch. Rachel smirked and quickly pushed the blonde away from her triumphantly.
"Patience is a virtue, Quinnie," She laughed before sauntering up the driveway to her door.
Quinn growled at being denied but chose to follow Rachel silently to the door. No sooner had the door unlocked then Quinn had Rachel pinned against the hallway wall.
"I'm not patient, Rachel. You should know that by now."
Rachel felt her retort die in her mouth as she looked at the blonde. God Quinn was beautiful. She stared into her hazel eyes, lost in the depth of emotion that they still held in spite of the lust dancing in them. Slowly, she brought up a hand to cup the blonde's face and moved closer.
"Rachel, honey is that you?"
Shit! Her heart stopped and she found herself pushing Quinn away from herself for the second time in five minutes.
"D-daddy? I thought you weren't going to be home until seven."
James Berry came striding into the hallway and smiled knowingly at Rachel.
"No, the conference isn't until tomorrow."
Quinn had been standing frozen ever since they had been interrupted, but at James' words she threw Rachel a disbelieving look before storming off to her room.
James raised an eyebrow at her unusual behavior and turned back to Rachel.
"Is Quinn feeling okay?"
"Yes daddy, she's just tired from school today. I'll go talk to her."
Rachel raced past her dad to apologize to Quinn while James chuckled to himself. Those two weren't fooling anyone.
When Rachel got to Quinn's room, the blonde was on her bed, knees drawn to her chest clutching her pillow while staring murderously at the opposite wall. She turned her gaze to Rachel as the diva cautiously closed the door.
"What the hell, Rachel?" she hissed, "You said they wouldn't be home!"
Rachel crossed over to the bed and sat down next to Quinn, "Sorry I got the days mixed up. I mean it was partially your fault for being that close to me while I was trying to remember whether they would be gone today or tomorrow."
The cheerio growled in frustration and threw her pillow at the wall and fell back on top of her bed.
"I can't believe I got cockblocked by your dad."
Rachel snorted and laid down on her side next to Quinn, her head propped up on her elbow.
"I think it's biologically impossible for you to be cockblocked, Quinn."
"You know what I mean. And this is your fault! We could have stayed at school and found a place."
"And have Brittany and Santana watching our every move? No thank you."
"Still better than doing nothing," the blonde mumbled.
"Oh my god, Quinn, are you pouting?"
"No!" The cheerio rolled over with her back to Rachel.
Rachel smiled at the girl's antics and stroked her hair.
"I'm sorry, baby. But I think I can make it up to you."
Quinn frowned and rolled over to face the brunette.
"How?"
Rachel grinned and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before hopping off the bed and running out of the room.
"Rachel?" Quinn called after her, but the diva was choosing to ignore her.
She moved to follow Rachel out the door, but Rachel's voice stopped her.
"Don't you DARE take one step off of that bed Quinn Fabray!"
The cheerio paled and scrambled back onto the bed. The last thing she wanted was an angry Rachel on her hands.
Ten minutes later Rachel reappeared at the door, hiding something behind her back. Her attempts were useless though because Quinn knew exactly what she was hiding. Her mouth watered at the familiar smell and she eyed Rachel hungrily.
"Why are you hiding bacon behind you?"
Rachel smiled and revealed the most beautiful sight known to Quinn: a plateful of bacon still sizzling. She grabbed the plate and started gobbling up the bacon, ignoring Rachel's surprised gasp.
"rnkhk ooo," Quinn mumbled through her mouthful of bacon goodness.
"Your welcome, but that's only part of my surprise."
Quinn looked up from the plate and raised an eyebrow at Rachel. Thankfully, she had the sense to swallow the rest of the bacon before asking.
"What's the other part?"
Rachel pointed to a white card that Quinn had somehow missed in the middle of her bacon frenzy. The blonde picked up it up and stared at the words written on it surrounded by a innmuerable amount of gold stars.
Will you be my girlfriend?
She smiled to herself and looked up at Rachel who was fidgeting nervously.
"I mean I know this is all happening a little fast, but I really like you Quinn and I was wondering if you feel the same because I mean you did kiss me and that must mean something but if you think this is a horrible idea just say so and we can pretend like this never happened."
Quinn slowly got up from the bed and moved until she was standing in front of Rachel.
"Rach I know I've said this before but you talk way too much."
Rachel opened her mouth to protest but Quinn stopped her rant by planting a kiss firmly on her lips. She pulled away before it could turn into something more, but she stayed close to Rachel, their foreheads touching.
"That's a yes, Rach."
Rachel backed away from Quinn and covered her mouth, an expression of horror on her face.
"Y-you kissed me!"
Quinn frowned, "Um yeah I didn't think you would have a problem with that."
"But you just had bacon! Now I have dead pig on my mouth!"
She ran from the room shouting more about dead pigs coming to haunt her while Quinn collapsed on the floor laughing at the brunette's antics. This was definitely the start of an interesting relationship.