Quinn's Point of View

I didn't know if he had seen, I mean, he was sitting pretty far up. But even if- there was no point in disentangling Rachel from me, because if there was anything to be seen he would've already done just that.

Whatever. Finn's a loser and the sooner he realizes that the better. I quirked my eyebrow at him, and he just did that weird little snarl thing he does again and turned back around.

Why, why does he even have to be in Glee club? He's obviously not wanted by anyone but Puck. And even that's too much for him sometimes.

Rachel moved under me a little, successfully breaking me from my thoughts. Her eyes opened a little groggily and she looked around. I was smiling down at her, because she was just so damn cute when she was sleepy. Next thing I knew she had her hands on either side of my face and was pulling me down further into the seat. She took my lips into her own, bit my bottom lip, and then licked it, asking for entrance.

I granted her that before she even had to ask. Her body was half on top of mine now and she was pretty much taking over.

Rachel Berry was dominating me.

On a coach bus.

"Rach…Rach." I said, trying to break her away from me for a minute. I held her at arms length and even though it was dark I could see that her face was stricken with tears. "Rach…baby, what's wrong?"

She shook her head from side to side, her hair flowing with her.

"Rach. Baby, talk to me." I said. I looked at her for a little while longer and when I realized she wasn't going to, or wasn't able to, answer I pulled her into a hug. "Shh, shh. It's okay. When you're ready, baby. When you're ready." I cooed, rocking her back and forth slightly.

"I- I…" she started.

"Shh…it's okay."

"I had a dream, Quinn. I had a dream where…where you left. And all of this was just some big joke. I went back to school and got slushied more than I did my first year of high school. Finn kept trying to get me back, calling me a 'stupid bitch' and saying that you'd never have feelings for me." She was full on bawling now and I guess it woke Santana up.

"What the fuck did you do to her, Fabray?" she said a little defensively, pushing herself off of Brittany to wake herself up a little.

I just grabbed both sides of Rachel's face, my own tears were forming now. "Rachel…I- I know I can't take back the past. And I so so wish you didn't have to have dreams about that, or even form the thought of me ever doing that. I hate myself for ever giving you a chance to make you think that. But who I was back then, that was the scared me. And I'll apologize over and over again, and hope that you'll forgive me every time. But even if you do forgive me, I know you'll never be able to forget. I'm so happy you trust me, and I will do everything in my power to make you trust me fully." I said pulling her into another hug and hiding her face in my chest. She burrowed there. "And as for Finn? I could go punch him right now for calling you a stupid bitch, even if it was in your dream. Finn needs, and will- get over whatever has a hold on his little brain. I will make sure of it. And if anyone tries to slushie you you've got Santana and me to kick their asses."

She giggled a little and looked back up at me. She didn't have to say anything, because her eyes said it all. She leaned in to kiss me and we both smiled into it. I brought my hands back up to her face and whipped the tears away with my thumbs. After our kiss was over, I gave her nose a peck, and then her lips again- making her giggle.

That was a sound I could get used to.

Rachel's Point of View

"Quinn! Oh, Quinn!" I sing-songed as I walked into our hotel room that we shared along with Santana and Brittany. "Quinn, where are yo- OH MY GOSH!" I yelled as I walked into where the beds were and saw the other couple lying there, naked, with Brittany posted between Santana's legs.

"Holy shit, Rach! What the fuck!" the Latina exclaimed through clenched teeth. I shielded my eyes and loudly said back.

"This is my room too you know!" and just then Quinn walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey guys, what's going on out- OH MY GOSH! What the fuck you two?"

"Oh really guys? While she was in the bathroom?"

"Well it'd be whole lot fucking easier if you two weren't in here." Santana said, again through clenched teeth. Brittany had never stopped her actions, which was…something else.

I grabbed my purse and ran towards the door, grabbing Quinn's hand and giggling. She grabbed her coat off the hanger in a haste and followed me out. When we both were in the hallway we giggled, letting our backs hit the door.

"That was…" Quinn started.

"Fucking disgusting." I finished for her.

"Rachel Berry, I've never know you to use such vial language not in the heat of anger."

"You should her me in bed." She looked at me with wide eyes at first, and then they glazed over a bit and darkened. Quinn Fabray was looking at me with lust. She opened and closed her mouth, trying to find something to say. "I've never slept with anyone before Quinn- don't worry." I said, winking at her.

She just shook her head, snapping herself out of her trance. "Where do you wanna go to?"

"Erm…Times Square? Walk around for a bit?" I suggested. She smiled at me and nodded her head.

Little did they know that what happened there would stick with them for awhile. Some more than others.

Sorry it's short. I just needed a filler. Next chapter? Here we come.