AN: Okay I surrender! I have decided to give up trying to end this fic and continue it indefinitely. Thank you again for the reviews! They really pushed me to continue this, so prepare for more fluff and maybe a plot if I can squeeze one in ;) I'll switch between updating this fic and my other one, which is going to be interesting since they're completely different. Anyway, I must stop rambling now but if you guys have any suggestions please let me know! This chapter has some Brittana, but don't worry there's still plenty of Faberry!
AN2: To make this a little clearer, this fic is AU during Auditions. Sam will appear later along with Sunshine. Also, established Brittana (obviously) and Finn and Rachel broke up over the summer.
skyline33 Tumahimik ka na bunso! You know I was preoccupied with shtuff…like cupcakes…and I accept that I exhibit Rachel like qualities at times but I do not believe it has developed to the degree where I have earned the nickname "Ray Ray." ;)
Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
As always R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
The alarm beeped insistently next to Quinn, but she groaned and hit the snooze button and brought the small brunette in her arms closer. Rachel snuggled into Quinn sighing contentedly when the blonde kissed her forehead.
"Rach, it's time to get up." Quinn whispered.
The diva scrunched up her eyes and shook her head. Quinn chuckled and threw the covers off of Rachel.
"Come on, you would never forgive me if you missed your daily morning workouts."
Rachel groaned and squinted up at the blonde, trying unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn.
"Quinnn, I can skip it this morning. I just want to cuddle with my girlfriend right now."
The blonde felt her heart swell at the word girlfriend. It just sounded so right coming from Rachel, as if everything had finally started to fall into place for Quinn. She gazed down at the diva, who did look rather cute with her bed hair, and was tempted to give in to her. In the end though, duty won over pleasure.
"No, we both have school and I have early morning Cheerio's practice. Now get up lazy!"
Rachel sighed and mumbled under her breath before rolling over to the edge of the bed.
"Very well. Since you insist on forcing me to give up the extra ten minutes I could have spent cuddling with you in favor of preparing for yet another torturous day of mediocre education, I insist you pick out my outfit for today. I have to look presentable if I am to be introduced as Quinn Fabray's girlfriend."
Quinn bit her lip and looked at Rachel nervously. She was afraid it was going to come to this. She had spent all last night thinking about how to tell Rachel her feelings on the matter without it ending with the diva yelling at her for being a coward. She fidgeted with her tanktop and hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed next to Rachel. The diva was frowning at her, confused at her sudden shift in behavior. Well it's now or never.
"Actually, Rach, I was wondering if we could keep our relationship between the two of us."
The cheerio saw the flash of hurt in the other girl's eyes and she quickly babbled on before Rachel got the wrong idea.
"It's just surreal for me right now. I mean, I've wanted you longer than I've realized, and now that I have you I don't want to screw this up. Please I just need some time to get used to the idea of being with you before we go public."
The singer nodded her head, but looked up at Quinn, vulnerability spilling from her warm brown eyes.
"Are you ashamed of me?" she asked quietly.
"I'm not ashamed of you," Quinn said firmly, "If you want me to scream to the world that I am in love with Rachel Berry I would gladly do it, but before I do, I want to prove I'm worthy. I want you to be proud of me, and not see me as the heartless bitch I was and some people still think of me as."
Rachel frowned, and brushed a stray hair out of Quinn's face.
"You were never a heartless bitch, Quinn. You were just scared of your feelings."
Quinn pursed her lips and looked away, "That's no excuse. I was a complete bitch to you."
Her past with Rachel was still a touchy subject, and even though they had gotten over it when she had moved in, she still felt guilty for the hell she had put Rachel through.
"We are not doing this again," Rachel growled as she put her fingers under Quinn's chin and tilted it up so the blonde was looking in her eyes.
"I forgave you a long time ago and you need to learn to accept it."
The cheerio swallowed hard and nodded, which seemed satisfactory for Rachel. Quinn was far from dropping the subject, but she didn't want to get into it with Rachel this early in the morning. With a quick peck to the blonde's cheek, Rachel bounced up from the bed and headed over to her desk.
"Now, I will have to skip my usual exercise routine in favor of planning how we will go about our days since the schedule I had made earlier would prove counterproductive to your wish to remain secret."
Quinn rolled her eyes and contented herself to watching the brunette rifle through the many different color-coded schedules piled neatly on her desk. After a couple of moments, Rachel returned to the bed with a pink notebook clutched in her hands.
Turning to a page marked with a bright red tab, she immediately started crossing things out and adding notes to what Quinn assumed was her plan for the day. She craned a neck to get a better view of the page and frowned at the title of the page.
"Operation Pressed Lemon?"
"Yes, I found the title to be quite appropriate," Rachel giggled.
"But what in the world is a pressed lemon?"
Rachel bit her lip and gave Quinn an odd look.
"Merely a lemon that is pressed. Now if you would stop questioning me on my title choices, we can get on with the plan."
The blonde groaned and headed over to the closet to grab her Cheerios uniform.
"We don't need a plan. Just go through the day like we used to."
Rachel gasped and pointed her pen accusingly at her girlfriend.
"Regarding certain recent developments, I think it is best if you would listen to me so we can agree on a course of action to prevent any suspicious behavior – "
"Rachel, no one is going to notice anything different. You're just being paranoid."
The diva huffed at the statement and threw her notebook to her desk.
"Fine. If you insist on blindly barging into school without a well thought out plan it's you loss."
Quinn smiled and placed a reassuring kiss on the diva's forehead. When she pulled away, she could tell Rachel was struggling to keep the frown etched on her face, but it was a losing battle. Exhaling loudly, the diva and stomped over to the closet to pick out her clothes. Quinn raised an eyebrow. She had expected a rant from the singer. As if on cue, Rachel whirled around and threw her hands up in the air.
"Why can't I stay mad at you! First it was the bacon from yesterday, which by the way I cooked with gloves so I wouldn't have to touch the meat, and you go and kiss me with your bacon covered mouth completely rendering my precautions useless!"
The cheerio opened her mouth to apologize for what felt like the hundredth time for her careless action, but the look blazing in Rachel's eyes made her think better of it.
"Then after I kindly agreed to keep our relationship a secret, you won't even let me come up with a plan to prevent any slip ups we may have during the day! That is completely against my nature and yet one little kiss from you and you think you can just sweep me off my feet and make it all better! Well I have news for you, Quinn. It doesn't work like that! I, Rachel Barbara Berry, will not let some cheerleader tell me what to do!"
Quinn waited a few moments for Rachel to calm down before she spoke.
"Do you trust me?"
Rachel crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "Against my better judgment, yes."
"Then don't worry. There's no way anyone would suspect anything."
"Hey look, B, it's the happy couple!"
Rachel flinched at the sound of Santana Lopez coming towards their car and mouthed a quick I told you so, to Quinn before turning around and smiling widely at the two cheerios.
"I have no idea what you are referring to, Santana. Quinn and I are platonic friends and therefore the use of 'couple' is incorrect."
With that, Rachel stormed off towards the bleachers to watch the practice, while Santana just raised her eyebrow.
"Your girlfriend is crazy, Q."
Quinn growled and mentally smacked her forehead. She had completely forgotten about Brittany and Santana, who of course would know immediately what was going on. Her only hope was to prolong the inevitable.
"Rachel is my friend, S. Stop egging her on, okay?"
"Oh I think she's more than just a friend." Santana exchanged a knowing glance with Brittany.
"Yeah, you two totally kissed yesterday," Brittany added.
"Yes, and we both decided it was a mistake. So drop it!" Quinn growled before whirling around to follow Rachel to the field, trying to ignore Santana's laughter.
Rachel was busy pouring over her notebook when Quinn came storming toward her. She grinned at the blonde, who looked ready to punch someone.
"Well that didn't go according to plan - oh wait there was no plan was there, Quinnie?" Rachel asked innocently.
Quinn resisted the urge to let loose the swears that she was tempted to unleash on Rachel and gritted her teeth.
"So what do we do?"
"Well, the damage is done at this point. The only thing we can do is tell them the truth."
"No! I am not telling them! Santana would destroy me with that kind of information."
Rachel slammed her notebook closed and stood up.
"You will have to eventually. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to the choir room to practice."
Quinn's eyebrows furrowed and she reached out to grab the girl's wrist.
"But I thought you enjoy watching my practices."
"I do, but with Santana watching my every move I don't think it is wise for me to be seen here. I can't be held responsible for my actions, especially with you in that uniform."
Quinn blushed and let go of Rachel, who headed to the school with an extra sway in her hips. She turned back to the blonde and smiled teasingly.
"I'll see you third period, baby. Janitor's closet sound alright to you?"
The cheerio nodded, at a loss for words, as the diva winked and resumed her walk to the choir room.
"Come on, B, biology is a complete waste of time! Why don't we do a quickie in the janitor's closet?"
"But San, you really shouldn't ditch class too much and we just had sexytimes before homeroom."
Santana rolled her eyes as she walked pinkies linked with her girlfriend, "Yeah but that was two fucking hours ago! Come on please, baby?"
Brittany giggled, "You're cute when you beg, San."
Santana growled, but didn't say anything, still hoping that Brittany would give in and ditch class.
"So can we?"
The blonde smiled brightly and gave the Latina a peck on the cheek, "Okay. Biology makes my head hurt anyway."
Santana did a mental dance in her head before grabbing the girl's hand and dragging her down the hallway. She always had a problem keeping her hands off of her girlfriend, and honestly who could blame her. Finally, they came to a stop outside the janitor's closet, and Santana yanked the door open.
"What the fuck?" she screamed jumping back from the closet as if stung.
Quinn and Rachel jumped apart and turned fearfully to the Latina.
"Santana, I –"
"No, I don't want to hear it, Berry! I'm just going to close the door and burn my eyes out from the horror I just saw."
She moved as if to close the door, but opened it again.
"And by the way bitches, Britt and I totally called it."
With a satisfied smirk, she slammed the door and turned to Brittany.
"What happened to sexytimes, S?"
Santana grabbed her girlfriend's hand dragging her back the way they had come.
"I think we can skip it this time. The sight of tubbers banging manhands is enough to turn me off."