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Santana was on a mission. One that she was sure would lead to some sort of destruction. She was on a natural high that night, and could barely keep her devious smirk at bay when she approached Quinn and Blaine. Being who she was, it was way too hard to resist the 'fresh meat' that was Quinn Fabray.

"Hey there hot stuff", she said, as she hugged Blaine.

"Hello lovely", he smiled, kissing her on the cheek."You're glowing right now. Is somebody having a good night?"

"I am, and I have all the faith in the world that it will be getting better", she smiled, as she looked at Quinn."Hello there newbie, how are you feeling tonight?"

"I'm fine", answered Quinn calmly."Thank you for asking."

"That's a lie, I can almost feel how nervous you are, and it's absolutely beautiful", laughed the Latina.

Quinn smiled nervously, but she was confused. She didn't know Santana well at all, but she felt like she was probably a little bit of a sadist. She was happy that Quinn's nerves were on edge, and obviously felt no shame about it.

"She is, she's freaking out a little", laughed Blaine."I thought she was doing a damn good job hiding it, but I guess I'm just blind to it."

"You must be, because I see it clear as day", she smiled."Quinn, would you mind coming to my office with me? We have some things to discuss before we introduce you to Star."

Quinn just nodded.

"Do you want me to come with you", asked Blaine, knowing his best friend might need him.

"Don't be crazy, I'll take care of her. Besides, your boy has been waiting on you. He's left the E-Lounge about three different damn times to check and see if you were here. I told him one more time, he was suspended."

"Santana, don't suspend him, come on", whined Blaine.

"Hey, I don't give a damn that you and your Toy are head over heels, he still has a job to do."

"Stop it, we aren't head over heels. I'm just saying, he doesn't deserve that. Plus, there is no way you could replace him."

"Oh trust me, Lady Boy I could. You know what Blaine, maybe before you hit the E-Lounge, you should take a little side trip to grab yourself a drink. Puck's outfit will prove my point", laughed Santana."Come on Quinn, let's get this night started for you."

Blaine hugged Quinn quickly before hurrying towards the bar. Santana simply smiled at the newest member as she grabbed her hand and lead her to her office. Once they were in there, Quinn took a seat in one of the chairs that sat in front of the desk. Santana sat at her desk, and opened her computer.

"So, I assume you have the money?"

"Oh! Yes, I do, I have it right here", said Quinn, as she dug into her purse. She took the enormous wad of cash, and handed it the Boss Lady."It's all hundreds, like you asked for."

"I see that, thank you", answered the Latina."So did you come from somewhere special, or are you all dressed up for your first official night here?"

"Oh, I'm coming from a work thing. A dinner meeting."

"I see, well you look very pretty."

The blond was in shock that she had just received a compliment from Santana. Shocked, yet very flattered.

"Wow, thank you very much."

"You're welcome. Now, just so you know...I've kind of changed my plans for you tonight."

"Really", asked Quinn, nervously.

"Yeah, but don't worry, I think you'll like it. We typically do the line ups with people who are unsure of what or who it is that they want. With you, it seems painfully obvious that you want Star."

"I do", said Quinn, a little too eagerly.

"Trust me, I know", laughed Santana."So, what I've done is set up a private session with you and her."

"Wow...seriously?"

"Do you not want that?"

"No. I mean, Yes I do...but...I just wasn't really expecting it."

"Okay. Well, why don't you tell me what your thoughts were on the line up? Because we can go back to that, it's still an option."

Quinn suddenly felt a little more comfortable. Santana still scared her, but she was getting a real feeling of compassion from her at the moment.

"To be honest...I was using the line up as a cop out."

"What do you mean", asked Santana.

"I know with the line up, that if I got too scared to talk to Star, I would have the option of choosing somebody else. Somebody that doesn't make me feel like I have butterflies in my stomach."

Santana couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"This is so insane", she laughed, earning a look of confusion from the blond."I mean, you're sitting here saying that she makes you so nervous, that you have butterflies. Quinn, all you saw was a photo."

"Look, I'm just as surprised as you. I don't know what I'm doing. I've never slept with another woman before. I've never even dated another woman. All I know is when I looked at the picture last night, I felt something that I have never in my life felt before." Santana just stared in shock."If you think I'm crazy, I'd be inclined to agree."

"I don't think you're crazy", she laughed."But...I know now more then ever that this private session is probably for the best."

"Oh my God. Alright, fine. I won't argue with you", breathed Quinn.

"Smart decision", said the Latina, with a wink."I'll give you about five minutes, then we'll head upstairs, okay?"

"Wait, it's private right? I mean, we don't have to go in the Rainbow Lounge, right", Quinn asked, nervously.

"No, of course not. Oh, that's right", she laughed."We never really finished the tour last night. The private rooms are upstairs as well. Each room is different, Blaine is the best decorator ever, I swear. Anyways, those rooms are used to exactly what you think they are used for."

"Alight", said Quinn, thoughtfully."I'm not judging anything right now, I promise. I just have to ask...".

"The sheets are switched out after each encounter."

"How did you know that I was about to ask that", asked Quinn, laughing.

"It's a pretty common question."

"Wow."

"Are we done stalling now, Quinn?"

"I'm no-"

"Yes, you are. You took the tour, you found a girl, you just handed over five grand in cash. You have one more step to make, and that is to meet her. So, why the Hell are we still sitting here?"

"Because...I'm...stalling."

Santana just laughed, as she stood from her desk. Quinn shook her head, and smiled a little bit.

"You're alright. I'll take care of you, I promise", said Santana, as she rounded her desk and extended her hand."You can trust me."

The blond hesitated for a few moments, but she eventually reached out, and grabbed the Boss Lady's hand. As she was pulled to her feet, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had just made a deal with the Devil.

Fifteen minutes later, Quinn was sitting on a bed, in one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever seen in her life. There were only two colors to the theme of the room. Black, and gold. The bed was enormous, the sheets were black silk with gold trim. There was a big black couch, a coffee table with an ash tray. There wasn't any windows, and Quinn understood why, but it made her slightly uncomfortable. She decided not to think too much about it, because her mind was already spinning. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. The room smelled nice, and oddly enough it was calming her nerves, but it wouldn't last. When she heard the door to the room open and close, the wave of relief she was feeling disappeared completely.

When she opened her eyes, and looked up, and she swore her heart stopped beating. She was looking at the most beautiful tiny woman she had ever seen in her whole life. When she spoke, Quinn let out the breath that she had apparently been holding.

"Hi. You must be Quinn", she said, sweetly."My name is Star."

Quinn stood from the bed, and smiled nervously.

"Hi Star."

The tiny woman approached her, and smiled sweetly.

"Wow...", she said softly."Your eyes...".

"What about them?"

"They're beautiful."

"Thank you. Yours are too. They shine."

"Would you like to sit down?"

"Um...yes, I would."

Quinn's hand was taken, and she was lead over to the couch. The two of them sat down, and Rachel wasted no time starting a conversation.

"So, tell me about yourself, Quinn."

"Oh...okay. If you want me to."

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want to hear it", she laughed.

"May I ask you a question first?"

"Sure."

"What's your real name?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"I'm not sure. I suppose I just want a name to go with your face."

"You have one. It's star."

"Yes, but I know that's just your nickname."

"Yes, but it's still a name."

"It's not your real name."

"No, but it's the only name you need to know."

Quinn was getting a little frustrated, so she decided to just let it go. Obviously, her beauty was a stubborn one.

"Okay."

"What do you do, Quinn?"

"I'm a photographer."

"Really? I bet that's a fun career."

"It can be. It can also be frustrating, time consuming, and draining."

"Wow. Hearing that, I can't help but wonder why you chose that profession."

"I do love it, I really do. Like any other career, it has it's moments. I'm sure you have certain frustrations with working here."

"Why do you think that", Rachel asked, with a smile.

"I don't know...it just seems like things could get pretty challenging around here. Your boss is pretty...".

"Go ahead, say it. Santana is scary", she laughed.

"Yes", Quinn giggled."She is."

"She's an acquired taste. Lots of people around here are more then just a little intimidated by her, so it's alright. I understand."

"How long have you worked here?"

"Long enough to know that you're nervous as ever."Quinn just looked away."Yeah, see? You are just itching to get away from me right now, aren't you?"

"No. Don't say that, the last thing I want right now is to be away from you", said Quinn, not making eye contact."I'm sorry, I just...I've never done anything like this before."

"Like what", asked Rachel, as she scooted closer to the blond.

"Been to a place like this. Or...been so close to somebody as beautiful as you."

"That's a very sweet thing to say", smiled Rachel."I think you're very beautiful as well", she said with a giggle. Her being as equally nervous. Not that Quinn ever would have known. Rachel was cool, calm, and collected in her eyes. "You know something? I think I would like a drink. Would you like one too?"

"Yes please", answered Quinn.

"I thought so", laughed Rachel.

Quinn smiled, she couldn't help it. The girl's laugh was intoxicating.

"I'll order them. Meanwhile, why don't you take your jacket off. It might help you to relax a bit."

"Oh, yeah. Of course, I didn't really...realize that I still had it on...", said Quinn, as she stood up. Rachel walked over towards the bed, and sat down. She grabbed the iPad that was on the nightstand, and turned it on. After Quinn took her jacket off, she sat back down, and ran her hands down the skirt of her dress. She felt the need to look good for Star. She took a compact from her purse, quickly checked her make up and hard, and put it back. She cleared her throat, and took a deep breath. Once Rachel had finished doing whatever it was she was doing on the tablet, she set it down, and returned to the couch.

"It's pretty high tech about here, isn't it", observed Quinn.

"Yes, that's how it has to be", said Rachel."So, you like Vodka and Cranberry?"

"I do. Wait, how did you know that? Is that what you ordered for me?"

"It is. Don't underestimate this place, Quinn. Certain things are paid attention to around here", laughed the tiny woman."It's a good thing, don't worry."

"I have to worry. I do like it here, it's just...I kinda' feel like...I'm being watched", admitted the blond.

"You are. You're being watched right now."

"I am? Oh God, by who?"

"By me", smiled Rachel."That being said...I can't help but love what I'm watching."

Quinn suddenly felt sick to her stomach. It wasn't just that she wasn't sure what the woman had meant by that. It had so much to do with the woman herself. Her voice was so soft, and so sweet. It was turning the blond on, and she had never once thought that a person's voice alone could make her so wet. The danger of the situation was hot to Quinn. She'd never admit it out loud, but she was loving how illegal, dirty and secret her surroundings were. She felt high, and it was messing with her in so many different ways. Little did she know that her partner for the night was just as turned on as she was.

About thirty minutes, two Vodka and Cranberry, and a martini later, Rachel was in Quinn's lap. They had both kicked their heels off, and started to relax.

"I can't believe this...", said Quinn, as she looked into Rachel's eyes, and stroked her cheek softly.

"What can't you believe", asked the tiny woman, softly.

"That I haven't kissed you yet. Your lips...they look so damn kissable."

"What's keeping you from kissing me?"

"I don't know, but it must be something pretty important. I've wanted to kiss you since I saw your photo. All day I've been thinking about what your lips would feel like on mine. How you taste, how you feel. I couldn't help but know that you are just so...comfortable. I needed to hold you."

"Wow...that's very profound, Quinn. You wanted to hold me?"

"I did", answered Quinn, wrapping her arms tightly around her."You feel so good to me."

Rachel felt flattered. Sure, she'd gotten her fair share of compliments from other clients. Only with Quinn, it felt different. It felt real.

"You feel good to me too. I don't know what it is about you, Quinn. You have eyes like I've never seen, and you seem so caring, and loving. That means a lot to me."

"It does?"

"So much more then you probably know."

Quinn smiled, and leaned forward. She was going to kiss her on the lips, but got nervous. Rachel closed her eyes, but was let down when she felt Quinn's lips on her cheek instead of her lips. Quinn left a few pecks on her cheek, before moving her way to neck, and behind her ears.

"Oh God...", Rachel whimpered. She could feel the wetness increase between her legs. Most of her clients were able to turn her on, and make her wet, but Quinn was different. It was at that moment that she knew. It was the very first time in her life she had been as turned on as she was."Quinn...touch me. Kiss me...something. Anything."

"I want to", moaned Quinn.

"So do it."

"I can't...".

"Why not."

"Star...what's your real name. Please...", the blond begged."I need to know...please...tell me."

"Why do you need to know so badly, Quinn", breathed Rachel, her body shivering at the blond's touch. Quinn moved her kisses to the girl's ear, and rested them close.

"As crazy as it sounds...I just want to moan your real name...", she whispered right into her ear.

"Oh my God...", moaned Rachel, as she grabbed Quinn's face, and pressed her lips against hers. Both tongued fought for dominance but neither won the fight. They kissed hard, it was almost animalistic Both of them moaning into each others mouths, Rachel's hips grinding into Quinn.

"Baby...", moaned Quinn, in between the kisses."Tell me...please...".

Rachel stopped kissing for a moment. They were both breathing so heavily, so quick. She looked right into Quinn's eyes.

"Rachel. My name is Rachel."

"Rachel...", smiled Quinn."I like that."

"I told you. Now you know my name...so please...touch me", she begged.

"Touch you where?"

"Anywhere...everywhere...".

As their lips smashed together once again, Quinn's hands moved up Rachel's dress. True, she had never had sex with a female before, but she knew where she wanted to put her hands. She knew what Rachel wanted to feel. As they kissed, she moved her hands up Rachel's thighs, and onto her waist. She was so soft. So warm. Quinn was in heaven, and she didn't want to know what it was like with any other female. She just wanted this one. Rachel took her lips away from Quinn, and rested her head on he shoulder. She licked and sucked on the blond's neck a little before whispering into her ear.

"I need to feel you inside me...".

"Mmmmm, baby...", moaned Quinn."Say it again...".

"I need to feeling inside me...I'm so wet for you...please...please...", Rachel moaned, before lifting her head, and looking right into Quinn's eyes."Touch me baby...make me feel good."

Quinn felt so good, she could have sworn she was dreaming. She began to kiss Rachel on the lips again, while moving one hand towards he tint woman's center. She started to rub her hard, and low, feeling the wetness leak onto her hand.

"Jesus...are you not wearing any panties, Rachel?"

"I never do."

"Mmmmm...", Quinn moaned. She let Rachel's hard little nub move in between two of her fingers. She loved that the tiny brunette was wet, warm, and moving against her the way she was. She couldn't get over the soft, wetness she was feeling on her fingers. She was already feeling so good when she felt two little hands on her stomach. She moaned as Rachel moved her hands towards her breasts.

"Mmmm...Rachel baby, you feel so good."

"So do you...oh my god", moaned the tiny woman. She moved her hands to Quinn's breasts, and light squeezed. That action earned a moan, so she started to pinch and roll the blond's nipples in between her finger.

"Oh baby...", breathed Quinn.

"Oh baby nothing...put your finger in me and fuck me...", moaned Rachel."Oh God...please Quinn...please. Put them inside...".

There was no hesitation. No thought, no protest, nothing. Quinn stuck two fingers inside of Rachel, and pumped. She pumped hard, but it was slow. It felt so good to her having Rachel thrust herself onto her fingers. They both started moving so fast, and so hard, that the two of them were moaning into each other. Going faster, and harder, until Rachel's body started to quiver, and she threw her head back.

"Oh God...Oh my god...Quinn...Quinn...baby...I...I...I'm cumming...". Her body twitched, and jolted through the massive orgasm. Quinn watched as Rachel breathed heavily, moaned loudly and slowed her hips. She was sweaty, and looked simply warn out. Her mouth was open, eyes hooded yet staring into her own eyes, her body working through what she had just felt inside of her. That and the feeling of the brunette's hands on her nipples was enough to make the blond cum hard. It took a few minutes for them to catch their breath, and calm their bodies down. Even after they had, Rachel didn't move herself away from Quinn's lap. She could have easily moved, but she didn't want to. She rested her forehead to Quinn's and smiled.

"Thank God for sound proof walls...", she whispered.

Quinn didn't say a word. She couldn't. She was so overwhelmed by what she had just felt. By what she was still feeling. For the first time in her life, she felt something that she hadn't felt before. She didn't know what it was but she knew one thing.

Rachel would be a part of her life forever.