A/N - Hey guys, thanks for being patient with me. I tried to make this update long to make up for the time I took. Lots going on though, so pay attention. Love you guys, please don't forget to review. Loving the feedback.
It was the next day, when Rachel opened her eyes, and instantly felt like dying. Her mouth was dry, she couldn't breathe, and her head felt like somebody had smacked it with a brick. She rolled over, expecting Quinn to be there, but she wasn't. She slapped her arms down on an empty space, and groaned in disappointment. Suddenly, she was nauseous, and knew she was about to vomit. She jumped out of bed, and hurried towards the bathroom, only to be taken down by some loose clothing on the floor. There was no way she was about to throw up on her carpet, so she scrambled on her hands and knees into the bathroom, threw herself towards the toilet, and started to vomit. Most of it was dry heaving, and it was torture. The bile coming up was making her feel even worse. It all seemed so never ending.
When she was finally done, she tried to stand to rinse her mouth, but she couldn't. Her legs just wouldn't work. She pulled herself back into her bedroom, and just curled into a ball on the floor. She didn't understand why she felt the way she did. She drank the night before, but it wasn't a lot. Not an amount that would at all warrant how she felt at the moment. She didn't know where Quinn was, but she wished she was there. She wished anybody was there. As if her prayers had been answered, somebody walked through the door. She wasn't sure who it was, but she didn't care. Tears streamed down her face, and she cried."Help me...".
"Oh my God."
It was Quinn.
"Baby...what's wrong", she asked, as she knelt down, and moved Rachel's hair from her face."What's going on."
"I feel so sick, what's happening to me", she cried.
"Okay, it's okay...hold on", said Quinn, as she lifted Rachel's little body from the ground, and placed her in her bed."What hurts, Rach?"
"Fucking everything", she bawled.
"Okay. Alright, you stay right here baby, I'll be right back", said Quinn, kissing her on the forehead.
"No...no no...", she whined."Don't leave me...".
"I have to, Rach. Only for a minute...I promise I will be right back."
Quinn kissed her forehead one more time before running from the room and down the hall.
Rachel wasn't sure what happened. After her girlfriend had left the room, she blacked out. The next thing she knew, she was somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't her own room. It was familiar, but she was so confused. She heard voices.
"Water. She needs water now, somebody go and get some, please."
Rachel knew the voice, but she couldn't pin point who it was. Her head hurt so bad.
"I'm right here, baby. It's alright."
That was Quinn, she knew it was, and she could feel her hand holding hers. She felt her head being lifted, and something pressing against her lips.
"Rachel, I know it's hard, I know you feel like a train wreck, but you need to open your mouth, and drink. Come on."
Sue. It was Dr. Sylvester.
"Come on, you can do it, open up and just swallow as much as you can."
She did what she was being told to do. She opened her mouth, and let the water run over her tongue, and down her throat. It felt so good. It was cold, and wet and made the dryness go away.
"Good Rach, drink as much as you can",comforted Quinn, as she rubbed her hand with her thumb."You're almost through the whole glass."
The next thing Rachel knew, she was dry heaving again. It was so painful, she felt like she had lost control of her own body. She blacked out once again, and woke up in the same room, feeling some what better then she had. The pain in her head had subsided, and she didn't feel like vomiting. Somebody was resting their head on her chest. At first she wasn't sure who it was, but when her vision cleared, and she looked down, she knew. She saw a head of blond hair.
She reached down, and stroked Quinn's hair. It felt soft, and she loved it. She was fast asleep.
"Hey you, welcome back."
Rachel looked to her right, and noticed Kurt. She smiled weakly at him, but she couldn't speak. She wasn't sure why, but she just couldn't.
"I'd ask how you're feelings, but I know it's not good. Do you know what happened to you", he asked.
She shook her head slowly.
"You were drugged. Somebody put that wonderful date rape drug into one of your drinks last night", he explained, sarcastically. He couldn't help but start to laugh."It was too much of it, and it kicked your ass."
A look of confusion crossed the tiny woman's face. It wasn't just what Kurt had told her that confused her, it was also the fact that he was laughing.
"I'm sorry, I know it's not supposed to be funny, but come on! It's just too good! That drug is used for people who want an easy lay", he laughed uncontrollably."We work at a sex playground, and somebody wanted an easy lay! That's so hilarious, it hurts!"
Rachel smiled a little, and shook her head.
Kurt continued to laugh, as Sue entered the room.
"Porcelain, what the Hell could you possibly be laughing at right now", she asked, as she shut the door behind her.
"Come on Sue, you have to admit this is funny. The irony is just beautiful", he defended, as his laughter subsided.
"Okay, yeah it is kind of funny", she admitted, with a smile. She picked a clipboard, and looked at it carefully."Rachel, I know this was very scary for you dear, but I assure you, everything is going to be fine. You'll probably feel a little sick for the rest of the day, and night, but I promise you will feel perfect by tomorrow."
Quinn's head shot up suddenly, and she was in a panic.
"Rachel!"
"Whoa...", Rachel said, her voice raspy, and tired."Hey...it's alright baby, it's alright. Calm down."
Quinn took a few deep breathes, and looked at her sick girlfriend."Sorry...I was...having a bad dream I guess...are you...are you okay? Do you feel okay, baby?"
"Better then before."
"That's good, okay", said Quinn, with a nod."Sue, will there be any long term damage?"
"Not at all, this is all too common. Porcelain does have a point though. It's kind of funny that it happened here of all places", she answered, giggling just a little.
"Who...would...do this", Rachel asked, trying to clear her throat."I mean...I admit, the irony is funny, but...I feel like garbage, and whoever did this needs to die...".
"Isn't it obvious", scoffed Quinn."Cassandra."
"That was my first thought", said Kurt."I mean, she's out of her damn mind."
Rachel grabbed the bottled water in her lap, took the cap off, and started chugging it.
"Right", asked Quinn, enthusiastically."She's bat shit crazy, so it just make sense."
"No, it doesn't", breathed Rachel, as she finished chugging the water."Sure, she's a little unhinged, but why would she poison me? She gets exactly what she wants from me."
They all exchanged looks of uncertainty.
"Well...okay", admitted Kurt."That's a good point."
"It is, I mean that woman likes control, but I don't believe she'd ever take it that far", said Sue."But it's neither here nor there, because Santana is checking the security footage from the bar. Chances are, that's where it happened. I just want you to relax for about another thirty minutes, then you can head back to your room, sound good, Star?"
"Sounds fine, thank you, Sue", she smiled.
"I don't know why you bother leaving, Sue", laughed the only male in the room."You're around here so often, you might as well just be a live in member."
"Interesting idea, Porcelain", she laughed, putting her arm around him."Let's go discuss that with the Boss Lady, and give these two some privacy."
"Alright. I'll see you two ladies later. I'm happy you're okay, Rach. Love you", he said, blowing her a kiss.
"Love you too, sweetie."
Once it was just the two of them, Quinn turned to Rachel and smiled sadly."You're a bitch."
"What" laughed Rachel, in shock.
"You scared the shit out of me", giggled Quinn."It was a bitchy thing to do, I hate you."
Rachel knew she was joking, so she rolled her eyes and shook her head."Where were you when I woke up?"
"In Santana's office, with her and Brittany. We were talking about how to go about finding some new people. We got lucky with Rory. Sage will be a huge help once we get Puck back behind the bar. She's a little freak, but she'll be good for business. I guess, Santana met a girl yesterday that she really hopes to pull in. Only, this girl has a bar tending job already, so Santana is wanting to go check her out, and steal her away."
"Listen to you, baby", smiled Rachel."You're really getting into this, I love it...it's really sexy."
Quinn smiled, leaned in, and kissed Rachel on the cheek."Apparently, me being a raging bitch is really sexy in your opinion as well."
"What do you-"
"Last night. I was being a jealous bitch, and I have no idea what the Hell you did on your computer in the bathroom, but it must have lit a weird little fire under your ass."
"Oh...that", smirked Rachel, looking down.
"Yeah, that. I'm sorry, I know I was being unfair. Not that I'm complaining, but you...anger fucked me. You were pissed off, and you took it out on me in just the...sexiest, yet scariest way. What, were you watching porn or something?"
"No...no, nothing like that. I just read something that...put things into perspective for me. I didn't wanna' let go of what I felt, so...I'm sorry if I scared you...".
"It's alright. It was sexy. As long as you're okay", said Quinn, as she stood up, and climbed onto the exam table. She snuggled into her little girlfriend, and sighed.
"I'm fine, I mean I feel like shit right now, don't get me wrong, but I feel better then I did before. It's funny, because I did feel drunker then I should have been last night. I didn't even think that anything could be wrong until I woke up feeling like I hit by the what the fuck truck."
"You really don't think it was Cassandra", asked Quinn. It was obvious that she didn't really want to ask, but couldn't hold it in."I mean...she's-"
"I know, she's a ticking time bomb of insane, but it wasn't her. I know you hate her, and that she makes you mad, but...there's just no way."
A few hours later, Rachel was showered, and dressed in comfortable clothing. She was seated in Santana's office, along with Quinn, Brittany, and the Boss Lady herself.
"Sandy mother fucking Ryerson", Santana said, with a bite.
"What", asked the other three woman, in unison.
"Check this out", said Santana, as she did some clicking on her keyboard. Soon enough, there was security footage being played on the screen that hung on the wall behind Santana.
"What the fuck...", asked Rachel.
"So this is around three in the morning...Sam is at the bar minding his own, talking to you, Rach. The boy wasn't even on the clock, he was just trying to have some fun after his dancing shift."
"Yeah, he was talking to me and Cassandra about the whole thing with Kurt", she remembered.
"Yeah, now watch", said Santana, as the monitor showed Sandy snaking his way in behind Sam, at the bar."Were you and Sam drinking the same drink?"
"Yeah, Cassie got us both the same thing", answered Rachel.
"Alright, so as soon as Alyson puts your drinks down, and walks away...Sandy...as quick as he possibly can, drops something in what he thinks is Sam's drink. Only, when Sam picked up the drinks, he handed you one first."
"What a scum bag", spat Quinn."I knew there was something off about him."
"That explains why he was so into Sam the rest of the night. He seemed really mad by the end of the night too, now I know why", said Brittany."Are we kicking him out?"
"Oh yeah, he's done. That shit does not fly here, he's screwed", snapped Santana, as she turned of the footage."I'm gonna' rip his junk off!"
"No, you're not. We will be taking care of this", said Quinn.
"Yeah, we got it, baby don't worry", said Brittany.
"No", said Rachel, sternly."I got it."
The other three women looked at her, surprise on their faces.
"What are you thinking about", asked Santana.
"I'm not sure just yet, but next time he's here, somebody better let me know about it", she said."It's his fault I feel like this right now, and I don't care how new Sam is. You don't mess with my boys."
"Now who's being a bad ass", asked Quinn, laughing a little."Sandy better watch out."
"Yeah really" ,smiled Brittany.
"Well, okay. It's all you then, Tiny Terror, but just so you know, biting his ankles won't cut it", said Santana, crossing her arms over her chest."You need to make it known, that he's never to step foot around here again, and that if he even tries to expose us, his life is over. Think you can handle that?"
"Yeah", she nodded."I'm all over it."
Once they were all seated again, and about to get down to more business, there was a pounding on the door. Santana glanced at her screen."It's Kurt...", she said, as she pressed the button that unlocked the door. He rushed in, and slammed the door behind him.
"Whoa, what the Hell is your problem", asked the Boss Lady.
"What the Hell is my problem? Are you fucking serious", he snapped."Where do I begin?"
"Kurt...don't upset San", warned Brittany.
"No, this is bullshit", he hollered, standing in front of Quinn."Where do you get off telling Blaine about what happened with Sam and I? What gave you the right to do that?"
"Well, Kurt...he's my friend, and besides that-"
"No, I wouldn't care if he was your brother! You should have kept your damn mouth shut!"
"Kurt, if she hadn't of said it, he would have heard it from Sugar", defended Santana."So, you can stop bitching at her now."
"Okay, whatever, fine! However, you", he went on, turning towards Rachel."You owe me two hundred dollars!"
"Kurt-"
"No, that's bullshit! Yeah, it was really nice of Rory to cover my clients, but you didn't have to offer him so much money! If anything, you should have paid him!"
"How do you figure", asked Rachel, in a rather offended tone.
"You're the one who asked him to cover for me!"
"Oh my God, you cannot be serious", snapped Rachel.
"Kurt, you're argument is bullshit! Rachel didn't fuck around with Sam, you did! Rachel didn't drunk off her ass, you did! Rachel didn't avoid Blaine all day long, you did! So, unless you have something else to say that doesn't make you look like a total loser right now, you can get the fuck out of my office!"
Kurt just glared at Santana, and shook his head.
"Don't you dare give me that look", she snapped.
"Whatever", he said,and he left the office, slamming the door behind him.
"Wow", said Brittany, shaking her head.
"What a bitch", snapped Rachel."I mean yeah, I could pay him back, but since he wanted to present it like that...screw him. He's out the two hundred on his own."
"Well, it's not like it's huge dent in his wallet, he makes that much easy on tips alone when he dances. Let him bitch", said Santana."Now, let's talk about other shit because I loose my mind."
It took a few days before Kurt cooled down, and actually apologized for his temper tantrum. Sure, Blaine was still ignoring him, and went back to staying as far away from the Playground as he could. However, it was something he would just have to deal with, and he knew that.
For the rest of the week, Santana did as she was told, and kept a decently low profile. She still needed to take it easy, but she was allowed to be in full charge again. She was allowed to drink again, and Sue instructed her to stay on a low dose of her medication. The Boss Lady wasn't happy about it, but Brittany had been in the room when Sue said it, so she didn't bother fighting back. She knew it would upset her.
Quinn and Rachel had managed to recruit three girls, and one guy to work at the playground, and they all seemed to be taking well to the lifestyle. It was a so far, so good kind of situation, but everybody was hopeful.
When Rachel got her chance to take Sandy Ryerson down, she went all out, and further. She had trapped him in the parking garage. With the help of Lauren, Azimio, and Dave, she scared the man so much, that he had peed himself. Maybe it was the fact that the playground muscle had roughed him up, while Rachel screamed and yelled at him. Maybe it was the threat of Rachel cutting his testicles off. Or, it could have been the fact that he was told if he tried to expose the Playground, his life would be over. Whatever it was, he left quick, and he left scared. As far as anybody knew, he wouldn't be a problem.
It was early afternoon on a Friday, when Rachel found herself knocking on Puck's apartment door. She had been trying to get a hold of him, when eventually she found his phone had been disconnected. She had been knocking, and knocking and was just about to give up, when the door finally opened. Only it wasn't Puck, it was Laine.
"Hey...", she said, shyly. She was peeking from behind the barely open door. She hadn't even unlocked the chain.
"Oh, wow. Hi Laine, how are you", Rachel asked.
"I'm okay, how are you?"
"Just fine, thanks. Is Puck here?"
"No, he's out. He told me to order food, and usually when he tells me that, it means he's gonna' be gone for a while."
"Oh", said Rachel. She knew Laine was telling the truth, but she still wanted inside."Well, can I come inside, and wait for him?"
"Well...he won't be back until really late."
"How about I just come in and hang out with you for a little while...", asked Rachel, sweetly. She made sure she smiled, because she knew Laine had a weakness for women."Please?"
Laine smiled shyly, and sighed."Yeah...alright, just for a little while. Just...um, let me unlock the door."
"Alright", answered Rachel.
Once the door closed, Rachel could hear some panic. It sounded like Laine was struggling to hide something. She swore she heard something hit the floor, before the sounds of locks were heard. Finally, the door opened, and Laine stepped aside to let her in.
"Thank you, baby", giggled Rachel, as she stepped inside. She rolled her eyes, because it was obvious that Puck had been splurging. He had a larger TV in his living room, two new leather couches, and a big glass coffee table. Even his video game collection had grown. However, she did notice one thing that she liked."It's so much cleaner in here then it usually is."
"Oh yeah, I kinda' clean for him now", admitted Laine, as she closed the door. Rachel turned around, and gave her a look of shock."No, no it's not what you think. He doesn't make me, and he never even asks me to. I just do it for him. It actually kinda' pisses him off, but I don't mind. I started because of his bullet wound, then I just kept going. It's no big deal, he's not really that gross."
Rachel's expression softened, as she took her jacket off. She set it down with her purse, and took a seat. She noticed there was a soccer game on the TV."So, you like sports, huh? Do you play?"
"Yeah, when I was in school, I did", answered the young girl, as she took a seat next to Rachel."I played soccer, and and ran track."
"Wait, you're not in school anymore?"
"No, I had to stop going", she answered sadly.
"May I ask why?"
"I...don't really wanna' talk about it. I'm sorry", she said."Are you mad?"
"Of course I'm not mad, it's fine if you don't wanna' talk about it. Just know that I will listen."
"Thanks", she said, looking down."Um, so do you want some pizza? There's some in the kitchen...".
"No thanks, sweetie. I had lunch with my girlfriend before I came here."
"Oh, okay. What about something to drink?"
"Does Puck have bottled water in this place", Rachel asked, half laughing."For some reason when I picture his fridge, I see nothing but beer, and take out boxes."
Laine laughed a little."Yeah, it was kinda' like that before, but I eat lots of healthy stuff, so he started buying food for me. Sometimes, he even eats stuff I want him to try. Pizza is my weakness though."
"Pizza is a weakness for lots of people I think", smiled Rachel.
"Yeah, probably. Hang on, I'll get you some water", said Laine, as she hurried to her feet, and into the kitchen. Rachel was a little confused. She didn't want to think that Puck only kept this girl around for his personal benefit. He wasn't that guy. However, she had never thought he was the type of person to ditch his true friends for a career as a drug lord either. When the girl came back, she was carrying a full bottle of Smart Water."Here you go. It was in the freezer. It's not frozen, but it's nice and cold."
"Thank you", smiled Rachel, as she took the bottle. Laine took her seat on the couch next to Rachel, and muted the TV.
"You're name is Rachel, right?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, anything. What's on your mind, sweetie?"
"When did you know you liked girls?"
"Oh, wow. Um...in high school."
"Did you date girls in high school?"
"No, I pretended for a long time that I liked boys. I was even engaged to a guy for a while before I finally came out."
"Oh", said Laine, sadly. She looked down to her lap."Yeah...I guess that's good."
Rachel suddenly felt bad. She didn't know answering honestly would upset the girl."What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"No, it's alright", said Rachel, as she took a sip of water."Come on, I can only assume that you need to talk to a female once and a while."
"Sort of, but believe it or not, Puck's good to talk to sometimes. He...gets me more then most people do. More then most people ever did."
Rachel studied the girl. She could tell that she wanted, and needed to talk."Laine, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that?"
"I can try...".
"Why do you live here? Where is your family?"
"Puck is my family", she answered, defensively.
"Okay", said Rachel, calmly."I didn't mean to imply otherwise. Who did you live with before you lived here, and why aren't you there anymore?"
"I was homeless when he found me. I was on the street, and in and out of random shelters. This one time, I was getting food from a garbage can, and Puck saw me. At first he just ignored me, but I guess he felt bad...because he came back with food, and talked to me about stuff. He started paying me to make runs about a month after I met him. I started staying in teen hostels. Until, I got beat up, and all my stuff got stolen. I called him, and he brought me here, and I haven't left since", she explained. She hadn't even realized it herself, but she had a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Rachel had grabbed her hand halfway through her explanation.
"That's really terrible, I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm very happy that he took you in. He acts like this big hard ass, and he can be. He's got other sides though, and I think he hates when people find him out."
"Yeah...that's true. He's a good brother to me", she agreed."I really love him."
"Why were you on the streets?"
"I just...had to get away...", the younger girl answered, looking away."I wouldn't have survived there."
"What was happening to you?"
Laine broke away from Rachel, and stood up."I can't talk about it, I can't. I'm sorry, Rachel."
"No, you don't have to be sorry for anything...".
"I do, because I know you're just trying to help, but-"
"Laine, you're fine, I'm not about to push you to talk about things you don't feel comfortable talking about. The thing is, Puck...he's like a brother to me too. I care a lot about him, and I haven't heard from him in weeks. I love him just as much as you do, so I'm just trying to understand what you are to him."
"Okay", said Laine. She seemed offended."First of all, what I am to him, is a sister, and yeah, I do illegal shit for him, but that doesn't matter. Don't judge him."
Rachel was thrown by the girl's sudden change in tone."I'm not judging him. It's not me that's judging him. I miss him. He's part of the Playground, no matter how hard he fights it, he can't just leave like he did."
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe he isn't part of that world? Maybe he's happier doing what hes doing now? That the reason why he never called you back, and changed his phone number, is because he really just wants to be done with all of you", she cried.
"He changed his phone number", asked Rachel, in shock."Jesus...".
"Look, maybe you should go. If he finds out you're here, he won't be happy", said Laine, wiping the tears from her face.
Rachel wanted to say more. So much more, but she wasn't sure it was such a good idea. Obviously, she had struck a nerve with Laine. She simply nodded her head, grabbed her things, and stood up."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, Laine. I didn't come here to upset you, and I'm sorry that you think the things that you do, but I promise you...Puck is part of us, part of the Playground family."
"Please...just go..."
Rachel moved towards the door, and was about to open it, when something caught her eye. It was the gun. Half of it was sticking out from underneath the blanket on the floor. As soon as she noticed it, she spun around, and stared at Laine."Please tell me that's not what you were trying to hide when I got here."
"Rachel, please go", she cried.
"Why would you need to answer the door, holding a gun?"
"Don't worry about it!"
"Are you in danger? Is Puck in danger?"
"No, it's just...something that I...that we...it's for-"
"Laine! Tell me!"
"No! I can't! I just can't, I'm sorry! Please go!"
She didn't want to leave, and she wanted more then anything to take the gun away from Laine. She was a teenager after all. However, she couldn't bring herself to actually reach down, and grab it. There had to have been a real reason why she needed it. She took a deep breath, and reached into her purse. Laine watched in confusion, as she fished around, and eventually pulled out a pen, and a little pad of paper. She scribbled something down, and handed it to her.
"This is my cell number. Do with it what you'd like."
The girl hesitated for a few moments, before taking it from Rachel."Thank you..."
Rachel smiled, but she couldn't mask the worry in her eyes."Be safe...please."
Once Rachel had walked out the door, and closed it, Laine hurried over, and locked the three different locks that were on the door.
The next day, Rachel found herself sitting with Quinn and Judy, at Quinn's place. They had just eaten dinner, and were relaxing with glasses of wine in the living room. Rachel and Judy were becoming fast friends, and Rachel couldn't help but love it. Considering what the two of them had gone through with each other. Judy felt the same, and it was getting easier for her to tell when something was bothering the tiny woman.
"Rachel, dear", she questioned, pulling her from her daze."What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I'm fine...", she sighed."Just kind of tired. Why?"
"Something is the matter", smiled Judy.
"No, honestly, I'm fine."
Quinn laughed a little, after taking a sip of her wine."It's adorable that you think you're getting off the hook, Rachel."
Rachel just smirked, and looked to her lap.
"Something has been bothering you since yesterday, I just thought you'd be in a better mood by now", said Quinn. She reached forward, and caressed Rachel's hand with her own."Come on, what's wrong?"
Rachel took a deep breath, before looking up at Quinn, and smiling sadly."I've just been doing some thinking. I'm starting to worry about somebody, and it's scaring me a little."
"Who, baby", asked Quinn, real concern in her voice.
Rachel stayed quiet for about a minute, but she felt the eyes on her, and couldn't really take it.
"Puck's little sister, Laine", she answered, looking right at Quinn."You know." She hinted that she didn't want Judy to hear the sorted details of this girl's relationship with Puck. Quinn understood right away.
"Yeah, I remember. I've never met her, but you guys did tell me all about her."
"Who's Puck", asked Judy, sipping her wine."Is that an actual name?"
Quinn and Rachel both laughed a little, they knew Judy wasn't trying to be rude. She was just clueless and a very loving, and adorable way.
"His last name is Puckerman, so we call him Puck for short, Mom."
"Oh okay, thank you for explaining. Go on Rachel, dear, why are you worried about his sister?"
"She's seventeen, and on this very dangerous path", answered Rachel, as she went into a weird daze."I know it's strange, because I really don't know her that well, and I love Puck...but I'm actually very upset with him right now."
"Well, okay", said Quinn, nodding her head."I know you said you talked to her for a bit yesterday, but what exactly made you think that she's in danger? I mean, aside from what I already know...".
Rachel glanced up at Judy, and noticed she had a very concerned look on her face."I'm not sure I should say."
"Is it really that bad", asked Quinn.
"Kind of, but I'm scared that it might give your mother a glimpse into...what was...my sorted past", she lied.
"Oh sweetie, don't you worry about that", comforted the older woman."You just said it yourself, it's in the past right? You'll get no judgment from me, I promise you that."
Rachel looked back to Quinn, who knew exactly what the look meant. That she felt bad for lying.
"It's okay, Rach", she smiled.
"Puck wasn't there, so she was being very weird when she answered the door. Once I talked her into letting me inside, I was sure she was trying to like...hide something from me. I ignored it, we had a talk. I found out Puck pulled her from the streets, and he's taking care of her. She's actually taking care of him too. I asked too many questions, I freaked her out, and she asked me to leave. When I was leaving, I saw what she was hiding."
"What was it", asked Quinn. She wasn't even sure she wanted to hear the answer, but she had to.
"It was gun", said Rachel, earning a gasp from the mother and daughter."She answered the door with a gun, and that can't mean anything good at all."
"Oh my God", said Judy, shaking her head.
"I wanted to take it with me so damn bad, but I couldn't just leave her unprotected, you know? She obviously has it for a reason."
"Shit", breathed the younger blond."Well, have to do something. We can't just leave it at that."
"I plan on it, but I need to talk to Puck first. He will be talking to me, I don't care how much he tries to avoid me", agreed Rachel.
"Girls, you need to call police. It's the right thing to do here, I mean...honestly, you should have done something the moment you found out about it", said Judy, sipping her wine.
"Mom, don't start, you don't know the whole situation", warned Quinn.
"Why don't I? Are you leaving something out?"
"No...", said Rachel.
"Yes", laughed Quinn."Yes, we are, but it's for your own good. I love you way too much to let you in on every single detail of my life, Mom."
Judy just rolled her eyes, and stood from the table."Well, I'm going to head home. I'll leave you two to some privacy."
"No, don't go, Judy. Stay the night. It's late", whined Rachel.
"Yeah, Mom stay. As usual, the guest room is yours."
"No, I'll be perfectly fine. It's not that late, and I've been on your backs for the better part of the day. You both had the day off, I might as well give you the rest of it." She grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair, and put it on.
"Are you sure", asked Quinn, as her and Rachel stood.
"Yes, dear I'm sure. Let me just make sure that I've got everything I came with. I'm not coming back here, even if I do forget something", she smiled.
"Yeah", giggled Rachel."I can't say that I blame you. We don't have a great track record with that, do we...".
"Nope", laughed Quinn.
Once hugs and kisses were given, and Judy was on her way home, Rachel hinted that she wanted to go to bed. Quinn was on board until her cellphone started to ring. She looked at it, and rolled her eyes.
"Hey, San...".
"Oh God...", mumbled Rachel.
"What's up?"
Rachel waited around for a few minutes, before she gave up. It was obviously turning into a real conversation. She kissed Quinn on the cheek, and wandered into the bedroom. She stripped down, and made her way into the bathroom. She decided to just take a shower, and go to sleep. Halfway through the shower, she wanted to cry. The warm water felt so good, and it was relieving so much stress. Before she had the chance to let go, the shower door slid open, and a very naked Quinn stepped in.
"I'm sorry about that, baby. She was going on about Kurt, and Blaine. Apparently, there's a lot going on with that."
"Of course there is", said Rachel, sadly.
"You know what", asked Quinn, sensing her girlfriend's exhaustion."We won't even talk about that right now, alright? Come here", she said, pulling her little body in. Rachel relaxed into the hold, and sighed deeply."That's it, just relax."
Rachel let Quinn's hands roam all over her wet body, as she rested her head on her shoulder, and glanced up into her eyes."Why do I feel like this?" Her voice was almost a whisper.
"Like what", she whispered back, planting a kiss on the shorter woman's forehead.
"Useless. Like...there's nothing I can do to help this situation, or any other situation...".
"Oh, baby...", whispered Quinn, sympathetically.
"There are people in this world like you, Quinn. People who find careers that they are so in love with, because they know that they make an actual difference. I know how much you love taking photos for a living. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't love my job. I really love it, and not for the reasons most people would assume."
"I know...I understand." She continued to caress Rachel all over her body, and randomly place little kisses on her forehead. She loved when Rachel had her back to her. She felt like it gave her more access to her beautiful little body.
"I just feel like I'm not really in a place where I can help Laine, or anybody else for that matter."
"Of course you are, baby. Why wouldn't you be?"
"I don't know. I don't really know why I'm so bothered by this girl's situation, but I am", sobbed Rachel.
"You really care, and feel like you need to fix this, don't you", asked Quinn, pulling her body a little closer.
"Yes, I really, really do."
"Good. Then we will. We'll figure this out together."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise, Rachel."
She smiled up at her blond, beautiful girlfriend, and welcomes the passionate kiss that was offered. Without taking her lips away from Rachel's, Quinn reached over and grabbed a loofah. After getting some body wash on it, she lightly started rubbing all over Rachel's body. They kissed, as Quinn slowly but roughly started grinding herself into the back of her tiny lover. She used her other hand to squeeze her breast, rubbing and pinching her nipple.
Rachel just kept her head back, and let Quinn take control of her. She was being so gentle, and the loofah all over her body felt like magic to her. She was moaning softly, reaching her hands back, and gripping Quinn's thighs.
"Oh God...", she whispered out.
"You're so beautiful", moaned Quinn, and she dropped the loofah, and moved forward just a little bit. They were directly under the shower head, the water rinsing all the white suds from Rachel's body. Quinn raised her other hands, cupping both of the tiny woman's breasts, and squeezing them. Still grinding into her, she moved her lips to her neck, and latched on.
"Quinn...", Rachel moaned. She felt amazing. She was so close to coming undone, and she couldn't believe it. Quinn hadn't even put her fingers inside of her, she was only touching her. Yet, she was so close to an orgasm."Please don't stop...".
"I won't...", said Quinn, as she pushed her hips into the brunette a little harder. She loved the noises her Star was making. She could sense that Rachel was close, so she took her pace to a different level. She went faster, but softer with her hips, and nibbled on her neck a little more.
"Uh...mmmmmm...mmmm...Quinn...oh my God...baby...", moaned Rachel, as the orgasm hit her hard, and she came. Tears rolled down her face and she moaned and whimpered out loud, letting the blond's kisses, and touches bring her to the edge."Oh my God...I love you...".
"Mmmm...", moaned Quinn, into her ear."I love you more...".
As tired as they both were, Quinn wasn't done with her Star just yet. She wanted to make her feel better any way she could, as much as she could. As many times as she could. That was her thought after they'd gotten out of the shower. It was her thought when she wouldn't let Rachel get put her pajamas on. It was exactly what was running through her mind, when she told her lover to get on her hands and knees on the bed, and started to lick her from behind. She felt a wave of accomplishment as Rachel moaned, and squirmed. Squeezing the bed sheets in her hands, and chanting Quinn's name over and over again.
"Oh my God...Quinn...", she breathed out, as she collapsed onto the bed."What's gotten into you...baby?"
"Don't even think about it", giggled Quinn, as she grabbed Rachel, and flipped her onto her back."I'm not done with you." She crawled on top of the tiny brunette, and kissed her neck a little."I'm gonna' make you cum until the sun comes up...".
The next morning, Quinn was walking into her office. She was feeling so bittersweet. She couldn't help it. After the night she had with Rachel, she was both happy and tired beyond belief. They woke up, and had breakfast together, and parted ways, with promises of seeing each other later that night. However, she knew her Star was upset, and wanted to do everything in her power to fix it. As she walked away from the elevator, her secretary approached her.
"Good morning, Ms. Fabray."
"Good morning, Kitty. How are you feeling today?"
"As long as you're feeling well, I am too", she answered with a smile.
Kitty had always been such an ass kisser, and it drove Quinn a little crazy. However, the ass kissing didn't over shadow how hard she worked every day. Her dedication was the only reason she had been hired.
"What's on the schedule",asked Quinn, with a smile, as she walked into her office, Kitty trailing close behind."I can only assume it's crazy."
"You assume correctly. In about an hour, you've got a meeting with your newest client. After lunch, you're meeting with the people from Vogue to discuss your upcoming spread. Following that, is your meet and greet with some of your new interns."
"Oh God", grumbled Quinn, as she took a seat at her desk."The damn internship. I don't know why the Hell I agreed to do that. Why the Hell these people feel the need to work a six month unpaid internship just for a recommendation, I'll never know."
"Well, with all due respect Ms. Fabray, you did your fare share of unpaid internships, and look where you are now", said Kitty.
Quinn smiled."Good point, thank you. Don't mind my bitchy behavior right now, Hun. I didn't get much sleep."
"I don't mind at all", she answered, taking a seat in front of her boss' desk."You know, if you don't feel like meeting all of the intern prospects...you could just give the internship to me...".
"Oooo...I don't think that's a good idea. You do enough work around here, I don't think you'd have time for it."
"I'd make time for it. I mean, an internship is basically a second level assistant."
"Kitty, you're a secretary", laughed Quinn, earning a pretty disappointing look from the other blond."Not that you're not important to me, you really are a fantastic secretary. However, an assistant job is a lot more work. That's why I need a separate person for the job. It's literally too much work for one person to handle alone. I couldn't do that to you."
"Alright", she agreed."I understand. Thank you for hearing me out."
"No problem, thank you for not taking it personally."
Kitty stood from her chair."Can I get you anything for breakfast? I'm sure you'd like to eat before you meet your new client."
"No, thank you. I ate breakfast at home. Who is my new client, again?"
"Holly Holiday", answered Kitty.
"Wait, what?"
"Didn't I tell you that when she scheduled last week?"
"Oh no. That must have been one of our many dropped calls. All I remember was you telling me it was an actress, and that passing her over would be a huge mistake", breathed Quinn, as she pinched the bridge of her nose."Damn it."
"I'm sorry, that's my fault", said Kitty, sadly."I promise, it won't happen again."
"No, no it's not your fault at all. I've been really behind lately", comforted Quinn."In that case, would you mind bringing me some coffee?"
"Not at all. May I ask, why you're so stressed out about her in particular?"
Quinn had no idea what to say. She couldn't tell her over eager secretary that she was paranoid because Holly was a client at the sex playground she frequented. Who knew how she would take it, and what she would spread around the building. Sure, she'd run into Holly before, but she'd never been alone in a room with her before. She didn't know her well, and wasn't sure how high the awkward level would climb."I'm just...a big fan. She's one of my favorite actress' and I'm afraid I'll make an ass of myself", she lied.
"I don't think you'll need to worry about that. You're a a professional, and it's one of many reasons I wanted to work for you. Trust me, you'll be just fine. Aside from that, I've emailed you some information about her, just in case you need it. There are some key talking points, as well as a few of her interests, and what she's best known for."
"Thank you, Kitty", smiled Quinn.
"You're very welcome, Ms. Fabray. I'll bring you that coffee in just a few. Cream and just a little sugar, as per usual?"
Quinn nodded, and watched as the woman left the room. There was no doubt, she hated the ass kissing, but she knew it would always work to her advantage.
Almost an hour later, Quinn was sitting at her desk, going over Kitty's email about Holly Holiday. She had just about finished, when she received a text.
She's here. Would you like me to send her in? - K
Quinn was suddenly even more nervous then she had been. She exited out of every open window on her computer desktop, and straightened herself out. She made sure her desk looked neat and clean, and cleared her throat. Once she was sure everything was in top shape, she grabbed her cellphone.
Send her in.- Q
Not even a minute later, the door to her office opened, and Kitty was stepping inside. Holly Holiday, not too far behind. The tall, attractive, blond haired woman was smiling. For some reason, it was making Quinn very uncomfortable.
"Ms. Holiday, as you know, this is Ms. Quinn Fabray", introduced Kitty.
"Thank you", said Holly."You're too cute."
Kitty simply smiled, shyly, and left the office, closing the door behind her.
Quinn stood from her chair."Hello, Holly. Welcome. It's very nice to see you."
She wanted to vomit.
"It's very nice to see you as well, Quinn", giggled Holly, as she approached the desk."You look beautiful today."
"Thank you", answered Quinn, as she extended her hand for a shake. Only, Holly didn't accept the hand shake. She rounded the desk, and grabbed a hold of her.
"Handshakes are for strangers", as she hugged her."I think we know each other a little better than that."
"Uh..um, yes...I guess we do", said Quinn, nervously, as the hug broke.
"Don't you worry, sweetheart", laughed Holly. She could sense how nervous the younger woman was."I won't blow you in."
She rounded the desk once again, and took a seat.
"Well, thank you. That means a lot."
"Trust me, I understand your paranoia. It's absolutely nerve racking seeing members outside of the Playground", breathed Holly.
"Isn't it", asked Quinn, excitedly."Try explaining that to, Santana. I mean, we're all supposed to have that silent understanding. Even though you can't really blow somebody in without blowing yourself in, that fear is still there. What if somebody decides to risk it?"
"Oh my God, I know. It's a terrible thought, yet...we all risk exposure just for pleasure. Although, how surprising is that, really? Part of what makes it so sexy is how illegal and secret it is. Right", laughed the actress, with a flip of her hair.
"I agree. Wow", laughed Quinn."I have to admit, it's nice to be able to speak to another woman about this. Don't get me wrong, Blaine is my best friend, but-"
"I get it. He's a guy, he loves penis, and we are the exact opposite."
"Exactly."
"You sure did adjust quickly around there, Quinn."
"Yes, I know", she blushed."I had help."
"You'll get zero protest from me, I'm damn proud of you. Other members get jealous, but not me. You stole the heart of the Playground Star. That's impressive."
"Trust me, it wasn't planned. Now, who's jealous?"
"Come on, did you really think people would just ignore that", asked Holly, in shock.
"Not at all, but I haven't heard specifically who is hating me."
"I see, well Cassandra for one. She's tried on more than once occasion to get Star to go home with her."
"Don't get me started on that crazy bitch", breathed Quinn."I hate her like you wouldn't believe."
Holly smiled."She's my best friend."
"Shit. I'm sorry, Holly. I shouldn't ha-"
"Oh no, don't be. Personally, I would have gone with psychotic, raging, bitch. I kind of hate her too, but I've known her for a very long time."
"At least you can admit that she's nuts."
Holly just nodded, and smiled. Quinn was so happy that Holly was so nice, and that she understood some of her biggest fears about the Playground. Eventually, they had no choice but to get down the business, and talk Holly's photo shoot. Once that was done, and Holly was gone, Quinn's hectic day began. It was around five o'clock that evening that she realized it was going to turn into a hectic night. She had ten minutes to herself, and decided to do what she had wanted to do all day. Call Rachel. She grabbed her phone, and leaned back in her chair.
"Hey, baby", said Rachel, as she answered her phone."Will you be here soon?"
"Hi. That's what I called to tell you. I'm so sorry, but I don't think I'll make it there at all tonight."
"Oh no, why", she whined.
"I'm interviewing interns, and there are a lot more people than I was expecting. When I'm done, I'll need to go over some things with my secretary, and by the time I get there, you'll already be with a client."
"Oh. Well, okay I understand. I guess maybe it's for the best since neither of us got very much sleep last night", she laughed.
"True", smiled the blond."But, I figured you would take a nap at some point today."
"I wanted to but, Kurt has been a mess all day. Have you spoken to Blaine at all?"
"No, not since yesterday actually. He's been crazy busy, and really stubborn about talking about this whole thing."
"I assumed he would be. Does Santana know that you're not coming in?"
"Yeah, I texted her a little while ago", answered Quinn.
"Really? That's weird, I haven't heard her bitch about it at all."
"Is that your fucking girlfriend on the phone", Quinn heard Santana's voice say in the background."Tell her she's on my shit list right now!"
"I think you spoke too soon, Rach."
"Yeah, I really did. Good thing that comment was in passing. I'm way too tired to listen to her right now."
"I feel bad, but honestly I've been spending so much time doing work for her, that I'm starting to ignore this job a little too often."
"That's alright, I'm sure she understands that. The thing, her and Brittany are going out for a while tonight. They're going to see that one bartender that Santana's trying to get."
"Oh, that's right. Well, she can't be too mad at me, I did find her a new male after all. She can't even deny that she loves him either."
"No, she can't. Matt's awesome. I'd say good news for Sandy Ryerson, since he likes the darker boys, but...".
"Yeah, I know", laughed Quinn."You destroyed him."
Even later that night, after Rachel had dealt with several clients, and drank herself into a nice comfortable little drunken state, she was in her bed. She missed Quinn, and wished more then anything that she was there with her. She wanted to call her, but knew that she was probably fast asleep, and couldn't bring herself to do it. She wouldn't even text. If Quinn needed sleep, she wanted her to get it. She herself, was tired as all Hell, but wasn't ready to close her eyes just yet. She grabbed her laptop, and checked some messages, before visiting her favorite blog. There was no new entry, and she was a little upset. The blogger hadn't posted for days. She sighed, as she clicked to send a private message.
"Hey there. I know that you don't know me, so I'm sorry if this seems weird. As you know, I'm a huge fan of you're writing, and the things you talk about. I haven't seen you blog in a while. So, I just thought I'd ask if you were alright. Again, if this is weird, I'm very sorry. You don't have to answer me."
After she sent the message, she started reading around some of the other blogs she liked. Not fifteen minutes later, she noticed that she had private message of her own. She smiled when she saw it was from exactly who she wanted it to be from.
"It's not weird. It's sweet. I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, I don't mean to disappoint such a loyal follower. It means a lot that you asked, and I'm really thankful for readers like you. I'm fine, I'm just tired. Have you ever been so overwhelmed by life, that all you can do is worry, be sad and cry? I know it sounds really negative, but it's not. At least, not to me. Sometimes, you cry so much it hurts, and your eyes feel like fire. Sometimes it hurts to breathe after, and you can barely move. Your head pounds, and it feels like your brain is about to explode. When you get passed all that, sometimes you feel better. I've believed that for so long now. Lately, it's been a little different. I don't feel better when I'm done. I feel tired, and crazy. I find myself crying, and crying. Over, and over again, just to feel that relief. Only, it never comes. I don't know you, and who knows if I ever will...but I feel like you might need to let sometimes out right now. If you're into my blog, and were looking to read something, you must be feeling some kinda' way. Reader, if you need to cry, let it out. I can only hope that you'll feel some peace when you're done. Listen to your favorite song when your tears run dry. It helps. Again, thank you so much for your concern. Don't worry. I'll post again soon. Please, feel free to message me anytime. I'm always here for you."
Rachel had started crying halfway through the message. This person had hit the nail right on the head. She wanted to respond, but she couldn't. She was suddenly even more tired then she had been. She closed her laptop, and put it on her nightstand. She rolled onto her side, curled into a ball, and cried herself to sleep.