A/N: Glad you all like this story so much, it's a blast to write ;) A bit of development beyond Quinn's community service project so I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only wished I owned Glee because then it'd be all about Faberry and Sex. And maybe some singing!

When I arrived at school the next day, Rachel was waiting for me. She bounced on her toes anxiously at my locker and I found it adorably sweet.

"Morning, Rachel." I said with a smile.

She greeted me happily and returned my smile. "Good morning, Quinn."

I noticed she had her hands full carrying two cups. "What's that?" I asked as I gestured toward her hands with my chin.

Her eyes widened as she thrust one cup toward me with flushed cheeks. "I didn't know what you preferred to drink so I hope you like hot chocolate."

The gesture was sweet but it almost stung that we knew so little about each other. Okay, maybe I knew more about her than she knew about me and that's what hurt the most. I was supposed to be the most popular girl in school and she knew next to nothing about me.

"I don't like coffee, so hot chocolate was a safe choice. Thank you." I said as I sipped the drink.

She smiled and sipped her own in return. "What else don't you like, Quinn Fabray?"

I smirked at her. "Seriously? I'm featured on Ben Israel's blog three times a day; surely you know some things about me."

She blushed. "When he posted that I had a sex change over the summer, taking Santana's word for it, I figured that most of what he posted were lies so I didn't want to assume."

My gaze dropped toward her skirt. She was definitely none of the names Santana and I stupidly called her. "Rachel…"

"You don't need to apologize, Quinn. I understand the social hierarchy of this school."

I frowned. She didn't belong on the bottom of anything…except if it was in bed and it was me who topped her. I slammed my eyes shut. "Rachel." I forced out before opening my eyes. "You're better than most kids in this school. They're just jealous because you'll be the only one getting out of Lima. And they'll be stuck here forever as Lima Losers."

She shook her head. "Not everyone. Kurt will get out too. And I'm sure that Brittany or Mike could dance their way on any stage." She stepped forward. "Plus, there's you. You're better than you know. You maintain great grades, Quinn. You could go to any college you wanted to."

"Where would you want to go? If you could go anywhere?" Her voice echoed in my ears.

"Yale." I said without hesitation.

I leaned against my locker easily, she followed suit. "Do you play piano?" I asked before blushing. "I've been meaning to ask."

"I do." She nodded. "Do you play any instruments?"

"I haven't the time with glee and cheerleading and the other clubs I lead."

She nodded again. We sat in a comfortable silence until her watch beeped. She shut it off and stood up. "That's my cue. I'll see you in the auditorium at lunch Quinn."

She disappeared down the hallway and soon the empty hall was inundated with students. Lunch came by quicker than I hoped. Music was playing when I walked in the auditorium and Rachel was sitting at the piano. When the door shut, she looked up at me and immediately the music stopped.

"Don't stop on my account." I said with a smile as I walked toward the stage. "What was that?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just something I've been working on."

I chuckled. "Is that modesty? Can Rachel Berry actually be modest?" I teased.

She regarded me for a moment, until I realized that she probably thought my teasing was mean spirited. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and made her eyes settle on mine. "No more teasing was the deal. Friendly banter and light flirtation is still on the table."

Once she sensed my sincerity, she smirked at me. "Which was it? Friendly banter or light flirtation?"

I swallowed thickly and dropped my hands from her face. "I did…things to you yesterday, Rachel that should let you know a little bit where I might be coming from. So how about you don't make me actually say the words out loud."

Her cheeks dusted with pink as she diverted her gaze from me. When she placed her fingers back on the ivory keys, I noticed she wasn't wearing her watch. "Where'd your watch go?"

She looked at her wrist then back up at me. But instead of answering, she shrugged.

"Is it broken? Did someone steal it?" I would maim someone if that was the case.

She shook her head quickly. "It's safe and sound in my locker Quinn."

I missed something. Something big. What wasn't I seeing?

"I only use it in the mornings, to monitor our time together. I set the alarm so that we can part ways before anyone sees us together."

This morning, she was gone just before other students flooded the halls. And all week, we've been spending time together but no one ever caught us. Because of Rachel.

"You did that for me?"

"I figured it was the least I could do given the situation we find ourselves in." She stated in a flirtatious manner.

"We both know you don't owe me anything, Rachel."

Silence enveloped us until her fingers danced across the keys. Quiet music surrounded us.

"What do you most look forward to?" Rachel asked after a few minutes. "About the future, I mean?"

"Graduating top of my class at Yale." I told her. I debated asking her what she looked most forward to because the answer would be obvious. Everyone knew she wanted to star on Broadway; I didn't even have to stalk her to learn that.

"I look forward to making friends in Glee club. Real friends."

I stared at her with wide eyes. I would never have thought she craved acceptance so much. We were more alike than I thought.

"We're friends, right Quinn?" She asked vulnerably.

We were basically friends with benefits at this point. "Sort of."

She smiled at me and shook her head. "Being part of something special, makes you special."

I think she meant to say it more to herself than to me, but I heard her loud and clear. "You're already special; you don't need any of the idiots in Glee Club to help you get out of this town."

She nodded then started playing piano again. I enjoyed listening to her the rest of our lunch period.

That afternoon, we ended up in my bedroom because I told her my parents were working late. Rather than undressing myself first, I reached for her to help her remove her shirt, she stopped me.

"What?" I asked quietly as I dropped my hand from her shirt.

"I don't…could you…if I take my clothes off, you can't look okay? I just don't feel comfortable yet."

I frowned. "It's just me."

"That's kind of the problem?"

My frown deepened.

She sighed. "I know you think I'm confident, Quinn. And when it comes to singing I know that no one is better than me." She said with a smirk and I laughed out loud. "But in other ways…like around you. I know I'm not pretty like you or…"

"Rachel." I growled because no one would ever make her feel that way again. I hated that I ever did. "You're beautiful. And I know I'm part of the reason you doubt that…"

"You are the reason Quinn." My heart clenched and she must have seen me recoil from her. "But not for the reason you think."

She reached for my hand and I let watched as she entwined our fingers. It was perfect.

"You have to notice the way people look at you." She told me with a light squeeze of my hand.

Of course I noticed. Boys fell at my feet and thought they were in love with me. At least, they said they loved me and then they got to know me and it never lasted long after that. I don't like to think about the reasons that make me unlovable.

"I want just one person to look at me that way just once." She said honestly. "You know, I even tried bulimia once because…."

My eyes widened. "Rachel, don't you ever do that again." My thumb stroked her knuckles and without thinking about what it meant, I kissed them.

She nodded seriously. "Like I said I tried it once and realized it didn't work because I lack a gag reflex so…"

"When?"

"What?"

"When did you try…" I couldn't say the rest of the words.

"You remember last year when Santana saw me naked in the shower after gym class?"

I nodded slowly because I didn't like where this was headed. I distinctly remember that day because when Santana told me I was livid. I accused her of being a lesbian and drooling all over Rachel. I told her that was the only way she'd ever willingly admit that Rachel Berry had a smoking hot bod. Santana shoved me and had Rachel slushied almost every day since.

"The next day was when the two of you started to harass me." She shrugged. "I always assumed it was because she told you how hideous I looked."

"Oh, Rachel…" I was the one crying and she gently wiped away my tears with the pads of her thumbs.

My eyes closed involuntarily at the action and I whimpered when I felt her kiss my eyelids. When I opened my eyes she was right in front of me. She leaned in and my eyes closed again, awaiting our first kiss. But her lips grazed my cheek instead, right next to my mouth. I swore I could taste her anyway. Then she leaned forward and her soft breath was warm on my ear.

"I'm beginning to think I was wrong in my hypothesis."

I chuckled with a watery laugh. She pulled away from me with a smile.

"For the record, I'm sorry for everything I ever did to you." She raised her free hand to stop my apology which made me notice that we were still holding hands. I smiled at the thought. "And just so you know, you are beautiful."

We watched a movie on my bed and cuddled comfortably in silence instead of having sex. When my parents returned from work, she joined us for dinner. Then I walked her to her car and she left for the evening.

We spent the night and most of the weekend texting back and forth. I realized after our heart to heart that I also knew next to nothing about her. We shared so many random details that I felt like I was just starting to get to really know her.

Sunday night, when her dads went out for date night I headed to her house. We chatted briefly before making our way up to her bedroom. And soon, I was naked on her bed with her on top of me. She still had most of her clothes on, or all of them really, except for her panties.

I knew that because as she grinded on my thigh, I felt her slick wetness pool on my skin. When she first rested her center on my leg, I nearly came at the sensation alone. I could feel how warm and wet she was and I could feel her short hairs rubbing back and forth on me.

I bit my lip as I rested my hands on her hips and assisted her as she pounded into me. I watched her eyes as they penetrated into my soul. She was making sure I was okay with this. As I allowed my hands to wander underneath her shirt, I think she finally started to understand just how okay I had become with our little…situation.

I squeezed and massaged her bra-clad breasts and she arched into my touch. I knew it was the first time I touched her. The first time I initiated something, so I doubted I could still deny that I looked forward to our trysts as much as she did. Sometimes, I think maybe I wanted them more.

Her hips continued their thrust into me and I couldn't help where my hands wandered next. I reached under her skirt and grabbed her bare ass. When her knee haphazardly came up from the surprise, it grazed my soaked clit and I couldn't take much more before I was lost in the orgasm that she was sure to pull from me. So I moved my hands around her hips and paused as I felt my fingers entangle in some curls.

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. Her thrusting stopped as we eyed each other carefully. Then slowly, I let my fingers slide down toward her clit and brushed them through the wetness I found there. I licked my lips at the contact and realized that I wanted my lips on her. But I wasn't bold enough plus, I was too stubborn to accept that I really wanted her in that way.

Instead, I just continued to circle her clit with my fingertips as she grinded into my thigh. We came together moments later and as she crawled off me to excuse herself to use the bathroom, I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked on the essence that was Rachel Berry. I moaned at the taste and knew without a doubt that I had to at least acknowledge to myself that I liked having sex with girls. As long as the girl was Rachel.

The next morning in the hallway, Rachel and I chatted happily until her watch beeped and we parted ways. It felt nice to know that she had my back. I think she always did though.

In middle school, she was the only person in the whole school who went to our cheerleading competitions. And last year, I heard she gave Jacob a pair of her underwear because he wanted to run a story about me that was…unflattering. And in Glee, she always gave me a standing ovation when I sang. Granted, I usually sang with Finn and assumed she was supporting him but it's hard not to believe that I was wrong about a lot when it came to Rachel Berry.

Just before the bell rang signaling class, Santana cornered me at my locker.

"Finn finally planted his seed?" She asked me with a dark smirk.

My face contorted in what I could only assume was disgust. "Eww, Santana. No. Good Christian girl here, remember?"

She eyed me dangerously. "Was it Puckerman?"

I rolled my eyes. "As if I'd ever let that manwhore near me if I wasn't drunk."

"So you got drunk."

"Santana! Stop." I forced out.

She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "I know you had sex because you are not a rigid bitch anymore, anyone can see it."

Was I really that bad before? I was popular; I thought that meant that people liked me.

"Maybe I'm actually happy."

She wasn't convinced. "That's what I mean, since when is Quinn Fabray ever happy? I don't think I've seen you smile since you kicked Karofsky in the nads in third grade because he sat beside Berry on the swing set." Her eyes widened. "Did you kick someone in the nads? If so, who is it and why are we mad at him? Oooh, was it Hudson?"

I shook my head and walked away. I heard her yell something about castrating Finnwit and in the back of my mind I knew I should have warned him or stopped her but instead I just kept walking to class.

That evening, my mind was filled with Santana's words. I thought we were being discreet but it seemed that I hadn't accounted for the fact that just thinking about Rachel makes my whole day better.

I was at her house as she sat at her Baby Grand.

"I hate the assignment that Mr. Shue wants us to work on." Rachel broke the silence.

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Rachel Berry, how can you hate anything that'll give you the excuse to sing?"

She rolled her eyes good naturedly. "Normally, I'd be inclined to agree. But this assignment is stupid."

I actually agreed with her on that. "Everyone has insecurities and Mr. Shue actually wants us to talk about them. I'm not ready to talk about my insecurities with the whole class."

She nodded. Then she chewed on her lip in contemplation before speaking again. "Would you do a duet with me?"

"What song do you have in mind?" I hated that I could so easily comply with most things she asked of me. I think I've always been that way and I'm only just now admitting why.

She shrugged then began playing the piano again. This time I recognized the melody of the song.

"I actually have a mash-up in mind, if you're interested."

"That song?" I asked because singing Unpretty with her was a little too uncomfortable for me. Her confession from last week still had me reeling.

She was quiet again.

"I know you think it's hard to be you, Rachel. But at least you don't have to be terrified all the time."

She watched me. Her hand reached toward me until she thought better of it and interlaced her own fingers. "What do you have to be so scared of?"

What didn't I have to be scared of? Being outed. Being called a slut because I so easily lost my virginity and I didn't even regret it. Getting kicked out of my house. Going to Hell. Take your pick.

"I'm here if you ever want to talk about it."

I would maybe admit to the possibility of homosexuality, if it meant that I could have her. But with me just filling a need for her…I felt safer keeping that part of me locked away.

"Do you not know how much you mean to me?" She asked as if she could read my thoughts. Maybe she could. She always seemed to be the only one who could really see me.

"I would love to sing with you, Rachel Berry. If the offer still stands." I told her instead of confessing just how much she meant to me.

She lit up more than I ever saw her before. I did that. A smile warmed my features.

"Of course."

We worked on our song that afternoon and the day after as well. I had to admit that it was a beautiful mash-up. After we worked most of the evening, we ended up in Rachel's bedroom. We already had dinner with her dads and the sun was setting so her room was cast in shadows.

She kept the light off and I raised an eyebrow questioningly before I realized that she wouldn't see it. Then she slowly started to undress and my mouth went dry. I quickly took my clothes off as well and we fell into the bed together.

She shoved me on my back and crawled on top of me. Our naked bodies touched everywhere and we both shuddered at the feel of it. Her breasts were pressed against mine, our nipples were hard. I felt her core on mine, I knew I was already wet and I could tell she was getting there. She straddled me and sat so that our cores touched and I could almost see her breasts as she rose above me. I grabbed them in my hands and tweaked a hardened nipple as she started rocking her hips.

In the darkness, my other senses became far more acute. I heard our wetness slapping against each other. I moaned at the sensation of it. The bed creaked as she thrust against me again and again. Her hands were playing with my breasts and her hot lips suddenly took a nipple in her mouth. My hips bucked ungracefully into hers as I tried to find a rhythm.

The sloshing sound got more pronounced as she pumped her fingers inside me. Boy was I wet, I should have been embarrassed but she muttered something about 'fucking sexy' and her breath was in my ear begging me to come for her. I closed my eyes as my insides twisted. I refused to make it so easy for her, I didn't let myself go just yet.

She huffed out her annoyance and thrust into me harder. Then she began marking me with her mouth. She marked me in places I don't remember her ever touching before. It felt amazing having her hot mouth on me while her fingers worked inside me. And to top it off, her pussy dripped all over me with her arousal. Her sent filled the room and I knew she was almost over the edge.

My fingers found their way down her body, massaging her clit briefly before I thrust two fingers in her opening without hesitation or preamble. She rode my hand as I pounded into her. She was tight and wet and everything about it was amazing.

"You are beautiful." I whispered. She'd already broken our no talking rule by cussing and demanding that I cum for her.

I curled my fingers and her body arched backward. "Yes…Quinn." She whimpered and her lips uttering my name as she came was all I needed to come with her. I screamed her name as my orgasm rocked my body.

She climbed off me, but instead of dismissing herself to use the restroom she curled up next to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I sighed a breath of contentment as I kissed her neck.

Now all the rules were broken. I had nothing left to hide behind. And for the first time in my life, it didn't scare me as much as I thought it would.

A/N: One more chapter left.