A/N - A lot going on in this chapter. This story is about more than just Quinn and Rachel, but it is a Faberry, so there is a WHOLE LOT of Faberry right now. Have to stay true, you know? Anyways, clothing matters in this update, so as usual, with the link below...add the "h" before the "ttp" and take out the spaces after the periods. I really hope you guys like the update, thank you to my loyal readers, I love you guys! Enjoy, or don't...it's all you.
Quinn-Rachel-Judy
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Rachel awoke from what she thought was a sound sleep. She glanced to her right, expecting to see her own clock radio, but didn't. It was then she remembered she wasn't in her own bed. The last thing she remembered was being tired, and satisfied. She rolled to her left, and smiled at the sight. Quinn, fast asleep, breathing steadily. She inched closer to her girlfriend, and rolled over, lightly pressing her back into the blond. Once she was sure she hadn't woken her up, and made herself comfortable, she took her phone from underneath the pillow, and turned it on.
3:39 AM
She was a little surprised. She felt like she had been asleep for much longer than that. She quickly checked her messages, and emails, before placing her phone back under the pillow, and sighing calmly. She let her mind wander, and began to realize why she felt as content as she did. It had been wonderful night leading up to her and her lover in bed.
The night before...
As promised, dinner at Le Bernardin was the first event of the evening. She had happily shown up at the restaurant on time. It was pleasant surprise to have Quinn and Judy waiting for her.
"Hey", she said, as she approached the table."I'm sorry if I'm late, I thought I'd be on time."
"No no, baby. You are on time", reassured Quinn, as she stood from the her seat."I told you a different time on purpose, I wanted to be here before you." She gave Rachel a peck on the lips, before pulling her chair out for her.
"Oh, well alright. That's good, I hate being late for anything", she smiled. She took a seat, and smiled warmly at the older blond."Judy, it's so good to see you, as usual. You both look absolutely beautiful in green. Wow."
Quinn simply giggled, as she took her seat once again.
"Thank you", said Judy."You look very beautiful as well. I have to admit, wearing Green to a show like Wicked seems a little over the top, but I just couldn't help myself."
"Oh no, it's not over the top. I've actually been meaning to go buy something green for that very reason", laughed Rachel."I just haven't gotten around to it yet. My closet consists of mainly black, and gold these days. I guess it's time for an upgrade."
"Upgrade or not, both of those colors look amazing on you. Especially gold", said Quinn, sweetly, with a wink."I went ahead and ordered some wine for the table."
"Yes, she did", nodded Judy."It's a nice White Wine, recommended by the waiter."
"Good, I could use some", breathed Rachel."On my way here, I got to thinking about a few things, and went a little crazy."
"Oh", wondered Judy."What kinds of things?"
Rachel was suddenly feeling, on the spot. There were so many things weighing on her, that it was hard for her to zero in on just one. She couldn't very well admit that Quinn's behavior in the shower the night before had made her a little nervous. She glanced over at the blond in question, and smiled."Nothing serious really. Just little things that bother the best of us on a daily basis."
"I see", said Judy, taking a sip of water."Have you heard any more on that girl?"
"What girl", asked Quinn.
"You know, the little sister of your friend. You were worried because she had a gun...".
"Oh, Laine", exclaimed Rachel."No, I haven't heard from her at all actually. I've been thinking about paying another visit, but...I dunno'...seems a little risky at this point."
"It's no worry, Mom. I told Rachel that we will be doing something about that", said Quinn.
"Well, you better. I'm honestly shocked that you haven't already. That is a very dangerous situation for anybody to be in. Much less, a seventeen year old girl."
Quinn rolled her eyes at her Mother's tone. She knew she was right, but she almost hated to be reminded."It's fine, We'll take care of it, you don't need to worry about it."
"Don't I?"
"No, you don't...drop it", warned her daughter.
Rachel could sense exactly what Quinn was feeling. She knew she was annoyed with Judy, and felt like she was putting her nose where it didn't belong. She also knew, that Judy wasn't trying to annoy her daughter at all.
"Quinn...it's alright that she's worried. It's alright", she comforted, placing her hand on Quinn's. She then put her attention back on the older of the two blond's."I just thought it might be a good idea to give her some time. I did give her my number, I told her to do with it as she pleased. Something tells me she'll call me eventually. If I didn't think so, I wouldn't have given her my number in the first place."
Judy smiled."Good for you, dear."
As the conversation went on, the more at ease Quinn felt. She was trying her very hardest to avoid the awkward little cloud of crazy that was settled over her and Rachel. She knew the way she had acted in the shower the night before had scared her girlfriend on some level. She wanted to take it back, but it wasn't an option. She'd been honest. A little too honest, and there was no way out of it. All she could do was try her very best to avoid it. Having Judy there didn't hurt. If the dinner had been just the couple, certain things would need to be talked about. The main thing being her strange little compulsion to wash the tiny brunette.
Eventually, dinner was ordered, and served. The three women ate, and enjoyed their meal, and the conversation was kept tasteful and happy.
"You know", said Judy, as she finished the last of her meal."I was out and about with a friend of mine the other day, and we ran into the cutest little lesbian couple."
"Mom", warned Quinn."Come on, stop."
"No, no...Quinny, I promise I'm not trying to embarrass you."
"It's alright. Tell us", laughed Rachel, ignoring the look she was getting from Quinn.
"Thank you", giggled Judy, knowing exactly why Rachel was laughing."Now, these two were just adorable. We ran into them in that big toy store in Times Square, you know, the one with the Ferris wheel?"
"Wait a minute, what were you doing in Toys R Us", asked Quinn, one eyebrow raised.
"Well, I was with Hannah, you know, my friend from Yoga...she has a couple of grand kids. She wanted to get them some toys for the Summer. Anyways, we were looking at some things, and this couple, they came walking towards us, pushing a baby stroller. Oh, this little baby boy they had, he was so precious. We got to talking with them, and come to find out, they had just adopted him. His name was Christopher, dark brown hair, the most beautiful little thing you ever did see. They've been together about five years, not married, but they're wanting to do so."
"Let me guess", interrupted Quinn."You mentioned that you have a daughter that's a lesbian?"
"I did, and they send their best."
Rachel just laughed a little.
"You don't have to go telling every person you meet about my orientation."
"I don't tell every person. It just so happen to come up in conversation", the older woman defended."I thought they were very cute, and it was wonderful that they're starting a nice little family."
"That's really wonderful, Judy. Families are always a great thing", smiled Rachel.
"Yes, they are", agreed Quinn.
"So, Rachel I have to ask...", giggled the older woman.
"And there it is. Mom, I knew you were going somewhere with that story."
"Would you relax, Quinny? I was simply going to ask whether or not Rachel would like to have kids someday. It's not a terribly inappropriate question."
"Isn't it?"
"No, no it's perfectly fine", said Rachel."Honestly, where I am right now in life, I'm not sure. I mean, the idea of kids makes me smile, it does. I'm just not really sure what to think at this point. It's still much to early for me to tell."
"I see. Well, that's alright, there is no real need to rush into those things. Especially since you two are as young as you are. I do have to say though, Quinny you're successful enough at this point. You could very well start a family right now", Judy went on, ignoring the eye roll from her daughter."Financially speaking of course, and the thought of being a grandmother...oh, that makes me happy. I would just love that."
"Mom, you need to calm down. Honestly, I stand where Rachel does on the whole kids, and family thing. I have no idea what to think about it. Also, it's like you just said. I'm young enough to think about it a little longer, you know?"
"Awe, baby...don't rain on your mother's parade, let her have her fantasy", laughed Rachel."It's very cute."
Once the three of them had left the restaurant, the mood of the evening had mixed very well. Conversations were had about, a happy Mother feeling very peaceful with her daughters romantic involvement. A very happy cloud hung above their heads, and it stayed there once they had taken their seats at the show. Before Wicked had begun, Rachel and Quinn looked at each other. Judy was occupied with her program for the moment, and nothing was about to phase her. The younger blond smiled warmly at her girlfriend, and sighed."God...I'm just...so in love with you."
"Are you", asked Rachel, knowing full well it was true.
"I am."
"Will you always be, Quinn?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You know why I ask." Rachel gave Quinn a spiteful little look."I know there are certain things you'll never get over...".
"Yeah...about that", mumbled Quinn, looking over to her mother. Luckily, she had started a conversation with the woman sitting on the other side of her. She turned back, and sighed."Look, I'm sorry. It was unfair for me to say that to you out loud."
"No, it wasn't. I'll admit, it was a little weird, but...I know it's how you really feel."
"I just...don't want you to get the wrong idea. I don't think you're dirty after work, it's nothing like that."
"Are you sure?"
Quinn looked into the deep brown eyes staring back at her."I'm sure. This is all me, it's just my insecurities boiling to the service. It's not you're fault, Rach. It's mine, and I'm sorry."
Rachel felt bad. She wanted to take back what she said about how it was weird. She only wished they had talked about it sooner."I'm sorry you feel that way. Now that we've talked about it a little...I feel better about it."
"About what?"
"You can wash me whenever you want, and I'll let you. It won't bother me."
"It won't?"
"No, never again."
"Do you promise", asked the blond. She sounded somewhat desperate, and Rachel hated it.
"I promise", she answered, right before softly kissing her lips."I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
After the show, Quinn and Rachel gave a loving goodbye to Judy, as she caught a cab, and headed home. Once she was gone, and it was just the two of them, Quinn smiled wide.
"So...now what, beautiful?"
Rachel giggled."Why are you asking me? This whole night was your plan. It's only fair that you choose what comes next."
"See, that's where you're wrong. I planned this night for you. That means, you, and only you, get to decide what we're doing now."
"Well, that's very sweet of you, baby. Let's see...we could go back to the playground and see what's going on there."
"No, anything but that. It's your night off, which means you don't have to be there right now", argued the blond. She grabbed both of Rachel's hands, and held them."Do you honestly feel like heading back already?"
"I thought it was my choice", asked Rachel, smirking. She found it amusing that Quinn couldn't give up control. Especially since she had just tried giving it up not even a minute earlier.
"Yes, that's right. I already forgot my own damn rule. My mistake."
"No, you're right. It doesn't make much sense to go get drinks there, not tonight."
"Oh, so is that what you want? To get drinks?" Rachel nodded."Alright, we can do that. Actually, I got a text from Mercedes earlier, asking to hang out. Let me give her a call, and see if she's out." She pulled her phone from her clutch.
"Wait, Mercedes as in Santana's friend? The one who runs the rehab center", asked the tiny woman.
"Yeah, that's the one. Santana introduced us, and she seemed like fun. We exchanged numbers and everything."
"Weird", laughed Rachel."You know that she's straight, right?"
Quinn stared wide eyed at Rachel after that had left her mouth. She couldn't believe she had even asked it.
"Yes, I know...why are you even asking me that? It's not like I gave her my number so we could hook up or anything like that...".
"I was just making sure you knew that, don't get pissed off."
"I'm not, but why would you need to ask me that? Even if she was into females, it wouldn't matter. I have you", said the blond. Her tone was still rather defensive, and Rachel was starting to regret making the comment at all.
"I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken it there. I like her too, she's a lot of fun, just like you said. Go ahead, give a her call."
"No, I don't think I want to now", answered Quinn, as she went to put her phone away.
"Oh stop", smiled Rachel."I'm sorry, I take it back. Just call her, okay?"
"Fine."
Not too long after, the couple met up with one, Mercedes Jones, at a bar neither of them had ever been to. As they walked in, they spotted her sitting at the table towards the back. She was with two other people. A Skinny white man, with long brown dreadlocks, and a slightly older, African American woman, with very short, bleach blond hair. There was a band playing Jazz music towards the side, and it was somewhat relaxing. Yet, they managed to keep the crowd in kind of an upbeat mood.
"Hey ladies", smiled Mercedes,as they made Quinn and Rachel made their way over, and took their seats.
"Mercedes, Hi", beamed Rachel."It's been a while, how are you?"
"I'm hangin' in here, girl. It's good to see you."
"Thank you very much for the invite", said Quinn.
"No problem. Any friend of Santana's is a friend of mine", she answered."Speaking of friends, this right here is my boy Joe. And this lady here...this is my girl, Roz."
"Hello", greeted Quinn, as she shook their hands. Rachel did the same, and greeted each of them.
"It's nice to meet you ladies", said Roz, taking a huge gulp of her drink.
"Yes, it's awesome to meet two of God's most beautiful creations", smiled Joe.
"Praise", said Mercedes, as she raised her drink, and chugged it down."Don't mind him, he's a bit of a holy roller."
"We don't mind at all, do we, baby", smiled Rachel.
"Not at all", Quinn answered, with a smile.
"I like you two", he said. He had kind of a hippy vibe about him. Calm, and collected with a soothing smirk on his face.
"I like you too", said Rachel."I think I'll hit the bar, and grab a drink. Vodka and Cranberry for you, Quinn. You know, I think I'll grab the next round for you three. What are you drinking?"
"Damn, you're a sweetheart", exclaimed Roz."Since you're offering, I'll take a Gin and Tonic! Thank you, munchkin!"
"Yeah, that's cool Rach, I'll take a Captain and Coke", said Mercedes.
"Sounds good", said Rachel, as she stood from her seat."Joe, what about you, sweetie?"
"Thanks, but I don't drink alcohol. If you don't mind, I'll just have a soda. Coke is fine", he answered, nicely.
"Not a problem, I'll be back as soon as I can." With that, Rachel vanished into the crowd.
"So, you're not a drinker", asked Quinn, looking at Joe.
"No, I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I don't see anything wrong with people who do drink. It's just not for me."
"Yeah, he pretty much has to accept it, otherwise, hanging out with us wouldn't work out for him", laughed Mercedes. Joe smiled, and playfully hit her on the shoulder.
"I actually find that rather refreshing", said Quinn."As a drinker, I can honestly say that, I wish I'd never started. I rely on it a little too much these days."
"Girl, why do I know you", asked Roz, having no issues what so ever with breaking the current topic of conversation."You're name is Quinn, right? What's the last name, talk to me now...".
"Oh, it's Fabray. Quinn Fabray."
"Damn", breathed Mercedes."Look at you...straight up grillin' her right now. You must know her." Roz was staring at Quinn as if she was interrogating her.
"You a photographer", asked the older, dark skinned woman.
"I am."
"You are", asked Mercedes in shock."Well shit, I can't say I got that from you at all. I was thinking like...doctor...lawyer even. Not photographer."
"Why the Hell do people keep saying that", laughed Quinn.
"That's it", exclaimed Roz, slamming her fist onto the table."You did a spread for some of my girls last year!"
"Your girls", asked Quinn, one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, I run a modeling agency. Cocoa Vivacious Incorporated, we work from Harlem."
"Oh my God, I remember now", laughed Quinn."I shot a Vogue spread for three of your beautiful girls!"
"Yeah, see! I knew I recognized you", said Roz."I tried getting a hold of you after that, I wanted you do some more work for me."
"Did you?"
"Oh yeah, but I was told you were busy for the next year", she scoffed, finished what was left of her drink.
"I wish I could say that I got that call, but I didn't. I'm sorry, but you know something, now that we're talking, I'm sure I can work something out."
"Wow", laughed the older woman."Listen to you, damn...you must be crazy busy."
"Yes, but not for a client like you. Those girls were gorgeous, I'd be happy to make some time for them. And, you...of course", Quinn reassured."No problem at all."
"That's good to hear. Girl, that spread helped my business like you wouldn't believe. I've taken on so many clients in the last year. Almost more than I know what to do with."
"Girl, you've slept with half of them, so obviously you know exactly what to do with them", laughed Mercedes.
"You better stop...", smirked Roz."I work with models, what do you expect?"
"Some type of professionalism on your part!"
"I can get with those girls and still be a professional...ain't no thing!"
"Oh, no no no, bitch please with a capital P...there is no way you can tell me that those girls sleeping with you hasn't caused any drama around that agency!"
"I never said there was no drama, I said it ain't no thing! I can handle the drama, deal with it and move the Hell on!"
"Whatever, that's a bunch of bull", laughed Mercedes."You know it! I know it! So cut the shit!"
Quinn smiled at, and looked over at Joe. He simply shrugged his shoulders, as if the other two going back and forth was something that he dealt with all the time."Well, Roz...I guess I didn't realize you were on the...lady loving side of the street."
"She is...and damn, she is all about it", smiled Mercedes."Actually, she's meeting with Santana pretty soon."
"Are you", asked Quinn in shock.
"I am, and I can't wait."
"Can't wait for what", asked Rachel, as she returned with a bunch of drinks. It was a miracle that she had made it back to the table with five separate glasses, but she did.
"Baby, here...let me help you with those", offered Quinn.
"No, no...I've got it." She set all five drinks down on the table, before passing each one to who it was meant for."See?"
"Thank you, Rachel", said Joe.
"Yeah, thanks", nodded Roz."We were just talking about how I've meeting with Ms. Lopez soon to discuss a membership of some sort of club that I'm supposed to fall in love with."
"Oh...a new member...exciting", giggled Rachel, sipping her drink."Now when you say...supposed to fall in love with...would I be right in assuming that you don't know what kind of place it is?"
Quinn and Mercedes just laughed quietly to themselves.
"No, all I been able to get outta' this one", said Roz, gesturing towards the other dark skinned woman."...is that...it's very exclusive and caters to the needs of same sex relations."
"Oh, wow. Mercedes...that's putting it so lightly", laughed Rachel.
"What do you expect? You damn well I can't be too open about it. Shit, you know that better than anybody, Rach."
"Still...that's kinda' funny."
"So now...is that where the two if you are coming from", asked Joe, who had proven to be somewhat of a quiet man."You had to have come from somewhere pretty special to be dressed like that."
"No, Quinn and I are coming from a night out. We had dinner, and saw a show. With her mother."
"So you're a couple", asked Roz.
"We are", smiled Quinn."I was a client...but what can I say...she grew on me."
"Oh, shut it", said Rachel, with a wink.
"A client...at this club", asked Joe.
"Well, it's actually more of a playground...", breathed Quinn.
At that point, Roz looked over at Mercedes, who just burst into hysterical laughter.
"You know what", laughed Quinn."I'm pretty high up on the ladder at the Playground, so why don't I just explain some things."
"Please do!"
"That's a good idea, at least you'll have some idea of what you're getting into when you meet with the Boss Lady. You'll be ready for your tour, and everything. Just try to keep an open mind, alright", asked Rachel.
"Girl, it's open. It's open and flowing, like old faithful...go on now, spill it!"
For a while, Quinn sat and explained as much as she could, without giving too much away. She knew Santana would be livid if she found out. Keeping that mind, she made sure the woman knew that she had to act like she didn't know much. Rachel couldn't help but think how smart that was on her girlfriend's part. It gave Roz an upper hand on being respected at Temptation Playground, and tempted, she was. As Quinn sat there and talked, Rachel took a sip of her drink, and checked her phone. She had a few different texts.
I hate when U have off. Blaine is here...everything is all awkward and stupid and he's pretending like I don't even exist. R U coming back 2night or staying with Quinn? -K
If UR coming back 2night...can U please bring me a Redbull? sneak it though. hide it in UR purse so nobody sees it. PLEASE and thank you. -S
I see that you have the night off. That's all fine and good, but tomorrow you're getting torn apart little girl. You better be ready for me. -C
Rachel shivered at the last text. She hated that Cassandra knew her number. She was calling and texting much more than Rachel liked. She answered all the messages, and once she was done, noticed one more. It was from a number that wasn't programed into her phone.
Can U meet up with me in the morning please...I really need 2 talk. -?
A look of confusion melted over her face, and she responded.
Who is this? -R
She wanted to be patient about a response, but it was hard. It was hard enough for anyone to wait for a text response from an unknown person. The fact that whoever it was wanted to meet with her made it a little harder. She tuned back into the table conversation for a minute.
"So...", Roz was saying."I get to pick girls that I wanna'...play with?"
"That's a huge part of it", smiled Quinn.
"Whoa, this place sounds wild", said Joe."Too much for me to handle I think."
"Well you're straight, of course it would be too much for you", exclaimed Mercedes, and they all laughed."I think I could hang there, but no girl sex. Cedes doesn't roll that way."
Rachel smiled, but her attention was quickly back on her phone when it vibrated.
It's me, Laine. I don't mean to bother you but...I really need you. -L
Rachel was relieved, and felt like crying all of the sudden. She held it back ,and answered.
Where and When? You're not bothering me, I was hoping to hear from you. I was starting to worry. Are you alright? -R
After a minute or two, the girl responded.
Can you come to Puck's place around noon? He'll be making runs, and he'll be gone for a while, so it's okay. -L
I'll be there. You didn't answer my question. Are you alright? -R
"Rachel...you okay", asked Quinn.
"Oh...yeah...I'm fine sorry." She hadn't noticed anyone trying to get her attention."Just answering some texts."
"Alright. How about a few more drinks? After, we can head back to my place?"
"That sounds good, baby", she smiled. Quinn smiled back, and planted a kiss on her cheek. Rachel looked back to her phone.
I'm alright. -L
Are you sure? You can be honest with me...-R
After a few minutes, she responded.
See you tomorrow. -L
Rachel wasn't sure how she knew, or why she had the feeling, but she did know. Laine wasn't alright, and she was going to fix it.
At around one in the morning, the group was headed out of the bar. They were talking, and going on about promises of spending time together again. While Rachel stood with Mercedes and Joe, saying her goodbyes, Roz turned to Quinn."So I'll see you soon, girl. I still can't believe you're cheating on your career! You're a damn good photographer, I can't wait to have my girls work with you again!"
"Hey, it's money in my bank account either way, and I can't wait to work with them again", smiled Quinn."Actually, if you don't mind me being terribly honest about something?"
"Hey, honesty is power, to me. Talk to me now...".
"When I found out about Cocoa Vivacious...and that fact that it was a modeling agency for only girls of color...I didn't think it was a very good idea. I just didn't really see it working out, but...obviously I was wrong. I'm sorry I doubted your vision."
"Trust me, you weren't the only one. Thank you though, it's all working out just fine", said Roz, as she extended her arms. Quinn happily hugged her."See you soon."
"Yes, very soon", answered Quinn, as she broke the hug."I hope you sleep well."
"I will sleep very well, thanks to your lady paying the whole tab. You better treat her right tonight...you hear me?"
Quinn blushed a little."I will, trust me."
"Yeah...you better", smiled Roz. Give her some of the sexy Trib action...".
The blond was confused."Trib?"
"Don't tell me you don't know what that is...".
"I guess I don't...", frowned Quinn. She was feeling rather buzzed, and she liked it. She knew the term, but wasn't sure what it was, and didn't like that she was in the dark.
"Well, don't be embarrassed, girl...it's alright", said the older woman, as she stepped closer, and moved her mouth to Quinn's ear."Just remember...if you can ride the thigh...you can ride what's inches over...you get me?"
Quinn was starting to understand, and looked at Roz, as she moved a step back."But...we have nothing down there...how is that even poss-"
"Trust me", she cut off, with a wink."You'll figure it out."
As Quinn stood and talked with Roz, Rachel glanced over and smiled. It was one of the best nights off she had in a long time, and loved the company. She'd seen first hand out her girlfriend handled new people, and making new friends. She'd witnessed how great she was with work, and conversation about work. She knew deep down that, even thought Santana would be upset with Quinn letting Roz in on certain things, she'd be proud. She handled Playground business with such grace, she was truly meant for it. The brunette felt she had fallen in love all over again that night, and she'd be breathing the air of that date night for a long time.
Once the couple was in bed, the night could only get better. Quinn was sitting, back against the headboard, with Rachel straddled across her lap. The both of them naked, and kissing. Quinn had her arms wrapped around Rachel, and she didn't plan on letting her go anytime soon. She was loving the tiny woman's tongue inside of her mouth, and the fact that her nipples were being played with. She wanted more, and as if her prayers were being answered, she felt the soft wetness of her lover's center on her thigh.
"Mmmmm...", she moaned, as she felt her grind, and moan back. Their movements were desperate, and hungry. Like they couldn't get enough of each other. Soon enough, Rachel moved her kisses to Quinn's neck, and jaw. She whispered in her ear.
"You're so beautiful...".
"Mmmm...you want it, baby", Quinn husked."Tell me how much you want it...".
"I want it bad...", whimpered Rachel, as she started rolling her hips, and grinding into her."Oh God...".
"I can tell...mmmm...I can really tell...".
"Do something about it...fuck me", moaned Rachel."No teasing...".
Quinn moaned at Rachel's words, and couldn't stop herself from nipping at her ear. She knew it was weird timing, but she thought about what Roz had said to her.
If you can ride the thigh...you can ride what's inches over.
Quinn felt herself gush, and moaned at the feeling in between her folds. It was so wet and so warm. She moaned even more as Rachel's fingers glided through them, and rubbed her rock hard clit."Quinn baby...come on...let's fuck each other...".
That being said, Quinn grabbed onto Rachel's waist with both hands, and shifted her body. She then took one had, and spread her own folds apart, exposing her aching clit."Baby spread your lips for me...".
"Wait...w-what", asked Rachel, through a cloud of confusion, and arousal."Baby...I-"
"Just do it...".
Without anymore questions, Rachel reached down, and exposed her clit. Once Quinn knew it was close enough, she used her other hand to pull her lover down. The minute their clits touched, they both moaned out loud, and made the deepest eye contact they had ever made. Both of them, pushing themselves into each other, and crying out.
"Oh God...", moaned Rachel, loudly."Baby...". She dug her nails into the blond's back as hard as she could.
"Oh yeah...", moaned Quinn, as she pushed her hips up, hard."That's it baby...". It wasn't easy, given the position they were in, but they managed to make it work. They both felt amazing, as they rubbed and pushed their centers together. Grinding as hard as they could.
"God...uh..uh...baby...oh my God...Quinn...oh Quinn...fuck...", moaned Rachel, loudly."Don't stop...don't fucking stop!"
Quinn was ready to die. Rachel felt amazing on her, she was ready to explode. She reached up with one and, and grabbed a handful of of the tiny woman's hair. She pulled ever so slightly, and moaned."Baby...you like this?"
"I love it...don't stop...mmmmhmm...uh...uhhhh...oh my fucking god I wanna' cum!"
"You wanna' cum", moaned the blond."Is that what you want?"
"Yes baby...I wanna' cum and I want you to feel it...I wanna' feel you cum...".
"Mmmmm fuck yes...Rachel baby...God...", she moaned."I want you to feel me cum!"
"Oh God...I'm gonna' do it Quinn...I'm about to cum!"
"Cum", moaned Quinn, forcefully, and she came herself as she felt Rachel stiffen in her arms. She quivered, and moaned loud as she felt Rachel's warm, wet juices on her center."Mmmmm...fuck...".
Rachel just moved her hips hard and slow, then softer and softer. Slower and slower as she came down from her high, and let herself feel Quinn's juices on her."Baby...".
They both trembled through their climaxes, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it. It was pure ecstasy. Like a drug that neither of them wanted to come down from. The feeling of heat, sweat, and love lingered over them like a dirty, sexy little cloud. One little glance into her eyes, and Quinn was kissing Rachel so passionately, it had to have put so many other kisses to shame. There were no words, just kisses, until the two of them laid down, holding each other. Soon enough, they drifted off to sleep.
So there the tiny brunette was. Awake, after one of the best nights of her life, laying in her girlfriend's arms. She smiled to herself, and drifted back to sleep. Dreaming of nothing but love, and happiness.
Later that morning, Rachel woke up in bed alone. She reached for Quinn, only to find that she wasn't there. She frowned, as she rolled onto her back, and stretched out. She found her phone, and glanced at the time.
9:49 A.M.
She groaned a bit, as she stretched out a little more, then, relaxing her petite body. She tuned into the noise. The shower was running, and she smiled at the thought. She took the covers off, and sat up quickly. Fully intending on getting to the shower with Quinn, she stood up. Only, before she had taken even one step, she heard the sound of the water being shut off.
"Noooo", she whined to herself. She sat back down on the bed, and yawned. As she grabbed her phone once again, and began to check her messages, the bathroom door opened. Out came Quinn, wrapped in a light green towel, humming to herself. When she noticed Rachel looking at her she smiled wide.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Good morning, baby. You should have waited a little longer, I was about to join you."
"Awww...I know, I wanted to wait", said Quinn, as she plopped down on her bed, next to Rachel."I just really need to get to work. Kitty, you know my secretary?" Rachel nodded."She called early, you were still sleeping. The two people that I wanted for the assistant position called in sick. They've both got the same bug. The one girl, she even had to go to the hospital last night."
"Oh no", frowned Rachel."Will she be alright?"
"I'm not sure, I'll find out later. Kitty only had so much info, but since I won't know how long either of them will be sick...I've gotta' go in and figure some things out. I know you're going to see Laine, so I figured you have just enough time to go home, change and shower, and deal with that."
"Well, no. I'll do that here. I'll shower, and I've got some clothing stashed in your closet. You go on, get to work. I'll go clean up, and eat something. There's fruit in the kitchen right", Rachel asked, as she yawned once more.
"Yes, there's strawberries in the fridge, and some other things. Make yourself a fruit bowl for breakfast, baby. I'll grab something when I get to my office", said Quinn, as she pecked Rachel's lips.
"Last night...was amazing", smiled the shorter of the two women."Soooooo amazing."
"Oh yeah", Quinn smiled."Which part?"
"Every single part. The last part, especially...".
"Mmmm...good. I'm happy you enjoyed yourself."
"Where did you learn to do that...", asked Rachel.
"Do what?"
"Oh come on, don't make me say it...".
Quinn laughed."Are you telling me that, in your years of having sex for a living, you haven't learned how to Trib?"
She knew she was guilty of not knowing. After all, she hadn't been clued into the real thing until Roz had said something the night before. However, she couldn't pass up the chance to seem like she had known what she was doing. Not at the moment.
"No, I have, but...it's never been done just right, and you managed to make it so right. I didn't think you had it in you, baby."
"Well, I did...and it was so sexy with you...".
Later that afternoon, Rachel found herself standing outside of Noah Puckerman's apartment door. She was almost twenty minutes late. She had tried calling Laine, and texting her a number of different times, never getting an answer. She was nervous to knock, but found herself knocking pretty furiously. Eventually, she heard noise on the other side of the door, and let out a long sigh of relief. The door cracked open, and she saw an eyeball.
"Laine?"
"Hi, Rachel."
"Hi", she smiled, warmly."Can you let me in, please?"
"Yeah, hold on", said the younger girl, as she closed the door. unlocked all the locks, and opened it again, all the way."Come in."
Once Rachel was inside, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. She wasn't exactly clear on what it was that she was expecting. However, that obviously didn't matter. The apartment was clean, collected, and pretty much identical to how it was when she had last been there. As she placed her purse down, and turned to Laine, she watched as the younger girl closed the door, locked it. All four of the locks. She had gone about it fast. As if she had to do it so many times throughout her daily life.
"Don't you get tired of that?"
"Tired of what", asked Laine, as she moved away from the door, towards Rachel.
"The locks...".
"No...I like the locks...".
"Oh yeah? Why", questioned Rachel."I mean, they seem like such a pain in the ass."
"They were at first. Now, they're a blessing. They keep me safe."
"I thought Noah was keeping you as safe as can be", said Rachel, as she took a step towards the younger girl. Laine looked tired, and broken. Desperate, and scared."You made me believe that, Laine. Were you lying to me?"
"Rachel...I...I...".
"It's okay", she whispered, placing her hands on the girl's shoulders."You can talk to me about anything." Laine's body stiffened, and she was trembling."Did something happen?"
"Don't tell him...", the younger girl mumbled. Tears streaming from her eyes."Please don't tell him...".
Rachel frowned, and slowly pulled Laine into her."Who, baby?"
"Noah. Don't tell him...p-please", she cried.
"Don't tell him what?"
"That they...hurt me...please, Rachel. He doesn't have to know. Don't tell him. Don't...they'll hurt me more. Please...d-don't tell him." She was shaking a little, and tears streamed down her face.
"Oh God...", said Rachel."Okay, who hurt you?"
"These guys...".
"Wait, okay...come here, come on", said Rachel. She pulled Laine over towards the couch, and sat her down."Do you know who they were?"
"No...", she mumbled, looking away. Rachel knew she was lying."I don't know who they were...".
"Laine, you do. You just said they'll hurt you more. So, who are they?"
"I can't say...I can't."
Rachel took a deep breath, and studied the girl's body language. She had her arms wrapped around herself, as if she was trying to protect herself from something. She was so shaken up, and she obviously regretted telling Rachel anything."Sweetie...what did they do to you?"
An hour later, Rachel was walking into the Playground, holding Laine's hand. Thankful that nobody was posted at the entrance, she rushed in. She passed by the bar, ignoring Alyson's confused stare. She hurried passed some of the lounges, pretending like some of the people hanging around weren't staring at her, wondering why she had Laine with her. Once they got to the elevator, she felt safe.
"Where are we going? We're not going to see that Santana chick, are we", asked Laine."She hates me."
"No, we're not. I'm taking you to my room, and we'll figure things out from there. And, Santana doesn't hate you, don't say that", she answered."I have no idea what I'm gonna' do with you, but you're not staying at Puck's place anymore, that's for damn sure."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, I have nothing to be mad at you for."
"He's gonna' be mad at me...".
"I don't think he will be, but you know what? That is the least of my concerns right now, you're not safe there."
"That's okay, Rachel. I've never been safe anywhere. I probably never will be, so why not just...get used to it...". She sounded so sure. The tiny woman couldn't stand it. She shook her head, and squeezed her hand a little tighter.
"You'll be safe here. Trust me."
When the elevator doors opened on the third floor, she wasted no time. She pulled Laine behind her, down the hall, swiped her key card, and was in her room. She closed the door, and put her things down."Take a seat, alright Sweetie?"
"Whoa, this is really nice", said Laine looking around."You guys all get your own rooms and stuff?"
"Yeah...this used to be a hotel, so everybody has a pretty big room. Luckily, we get to design them ourselves", smiled Rachel.
Laine put her backpack down, and took a seat on the couch."This is bigger then any hotel room I've been in."
"Well, think about it. In any typical hotel, there are two beds taking up most of the space. I have one bed. Most hotel rooms, the furniture is arranged a certain way. Usually...the same way. The room is arranged differently, so I have more space. You'd be surprised at how different each of our rooms are at this place."
Laine nodded, and studied the room a little more. Rachel had her bed up against a wall, in a corner. Her dresser was in a corner as well. She smiled at the colors. Black, white and gold. There were photos, and posters all over the room. Personal touches of Rachel's, and things that added much more of a personal touch. Rachel was right. It was much different than any regular hotel room.
"I like it. I like how your TV is on the wall, and how...you have desk space for a computer. This is so nice..." said Laine with a smile."You're so lucky to have this."
"I am", smiled the tiny woman."Now...I'm gonna' go pee really quick, and then...I'll be going to speak with Santana about you being here. You can watch TV, movies and whatever you want. You can use my computer, you can just stay in here and relax for the rest of the day, and tonight. I'll be checking on you when I can."
"But...won't you get in trouble for that?"
"No, not after I talk to San. Don't worry", she answered, as she patted the girl on the back, and walked into the bathroom. Laine just sat, and looked around some more. After a minute, there was a pounding on the door, and it caused Laine to jump.
"Rachel Berry...open this door, now!"
"Oh no...", mumbled the younger girl.
The bathroom door flew open, and Rachel came out. She hadn't even had a chance to dry her hands."Shit...".
"You have about two seconds!"
Rachel rolled her eyes, and hurried to the door, opening it to find a very angry looking Santana. She wasted no time pushing her way, and looking at Laine."Explain.'
"How did you even know she was with me", asked Rachel.
"Come on! Really? Jacob called from his creeper cave, and Sugar came into my office jabbering on like a fucking ten year old on a sugar high! Now, explain before I slap you one!"
"Look, I'll explain, I swear. We just can't do it in here", said Rachel, looking nervously at Laine."Can we go to your office, please?"
Santana rolled her eyes, and looked over at Laine. She looked terrified."Fine."
"Thank you", breathed Rachel. The two of them headed for the door, and she turned around."Sit tight, sweetie. I'll be back in no time."
Laine just nodded a little, and watched the the two older women left the room.
Once they were in the Boss Lady's office, Santana took a seat at her desk. Rachel casually plopped down on the couch.
"Bitch, don't get comfy over there. Come sit your ass in front of me, this is serious shit", snapped the Latina. She was still a little conflicted with the fact that Rachel was starting to get a little too casual with her.
"Sant-"
"No! Over here! Sit! Now!"
"Fine, whatever", she said, standing up and doing what she was told.
"Start talking."
"I'm gonna' kill Puck."
"Why?"
"Because he still has her doing runs, and while he's out doing God knows what with his drugs, he has her sit in that apartment, alone, with a gun."
"Excuse me", asked Santana, in shock."She's a kid, what the Hell is he thinking?"
"I don't know, but that's not even the worst part. I went there to talk to her today, because she texted saying that she needed me. Come to find out, a couple of the scumbags that she makes drops to, violated her."
Santana suddenly felt like vomiting."What do you mean?"
"She won't give me details, but I know for a fact that they...did something sexual, and that she wasn't alright with it."
"Jesus", spat Santana."Puckerman is such an idiot!"
"She won't tell him, she made me promise not to tell him, so that's neither here nor there. She can't go back there. Please do not make me take her back to that apartment."
"I won't, but Rach, she cannot stay here. I have enough to worry about around here. Having a seventeen year old hanging around is no not getting added to that list."
"What if she just stays in my room?"
"No. No fucking way, she's gotta' go."
"Where the Hell am I supposed to take her", asked Rachel, desperately. She was on the verge of tears, and wanted to scream at Santana for not giving in.
"Honestly, I don't care. I get it, she can't go back to Puck's but...I'm not risking my business for that girl."
"Fuck", snapped Rachel, as she covered her face with her hands.
"Well, don't cry!"
"God", she sobbed."What the fuck do you expect? I feel horrible about this, and not that it's Laine's fault, but it's like the last thing I need right now! I need to fix this, and I need to fix it fast, because you know what, Santana? I cannot handle one more fucking thing at this point!"
"Relax", snapped the Latina.
"No forget that", cried Rachel, as she stood up, and headed for the door.
"Get your little ass back over here and sit!"
"Screw you! If you're not gonna' help, fine! Don't! I'll figure something else out!"
With that, the office door was slammed, and Santana was left sitting at her desk."What the fuck is going on with her...".
Rachel made sure she calmed down, and wiped all the tears from her face before she got back to her room. She swiped her card, walked in, and wanted to scream. Brittany was sitting on the couch with Laine. Rachel was angry. She might of been it was anybody else, but this was Britt. She couldn't possibly have any other intentions then to be sweet.
"Hey Rach...", the dancer said shyly."I'm sorry, I used the emergency key card to get in. I just...I saw you bring her in here, and then I saw you leave. I didn't want her to be all by herself."
"No, it's okay Britts. Thank you", smiled Rachel, as she looked to Laine. She was eating gummy worms.
"I brought her a snack", beamed the blond.
"I see that", said Rachel, as she strolled over ,and took a seat on her bed."I'm sure that made her happy."
"Yeah, it did", said Laine."You guys are so nice."
"It's easy being nice to you. Because, you're really nice too", said Brittany."But...you look so sad. Did something bad happen?"
Laine didn't say a word. She just chewed on a red and green gummy worm, and looked at Rachel. The tiny brunette decided not to get into any detail with her innocent friend. She knew Brittany wouldn't take it well, and didn't want to add anymore drama to the already dramatic, and sad situation.
"Laine can't stay at Puck's anymore, Britts. It's just not a good place for her to be right now", she said, calmly.
"Oh no", exclaimed the dancer."Why?"
Rachel looked at her friend with soft eyes."She just needs a different place to be right now. Isn't that right, Laine?"
"Yeah...", the younger girl mumbled.
"Okay, well let me go talk to San, maybe she can stay here for a little while", said Brittany.
"No, I tried that. She's not having it", breathed Rachel.
"Wait...I can't stay here", asked Laine, in shock.
"No, but don't you worry, sweetie. I'm gonna' figure this out, alright?"
"Sanny said no?"
"Yeah, Britts. She did", answered Rachel.
"That's okay. I can...just go back to Noah's. I never should have left", said Laine, sadly."He hasn't texted or called me yet, so that means he doesn't know that I'm gone. It can be like I never left."
"No, stop", warned Rachel."We're gonna' figure this out, I promise. I think I'm gonna' call Quinn...maybe she can help me figure something out."
"Who's Quinn", asked Laine, as she dug into the bag of worms.
"My girlfriend."
"Oh."
"Wait a minute, Rachey. Quinn lives alone, right", asked Brittany, as if she had just gotten a bright idea.
"Yeah...why?"
"Laine can go there!"
"What", asked the younger girl in question.
"Oh my God, yeah...", mumbled Rachel."That's actually not a bad idea...".
"No, it's not! Quinn won't mind, right", smiled Brittany."She can go there, and Quinn is always either at her office or here! It's perfect!"
Rachel sighed, and pulled her phone from her pocket. She wasn't sure how it would work out, but she sent the text, regardless of how she felt.
Baby...will you do me a huge favor? -R
A little while later, Rachel, Brittany, and Laine were walking into Quinn's apartment.
"Whoa, Quinn's place is really nice", exclaimed the tall blond."It's really big too!"
"Yeah, I loved it from the very first time I saw it. She designed it herself", smiled Rachel, as she set her purse down.
"Wait, so...your girlfriend lives here", asked Laine, shyly.
"Yup."
"Is she here?"
"No, she's working, but I have a key, and she has no problem with you crashing for a little while until we figure something out."
"Oh...okay."
Brittany rubbed the younger girl's back."Are you okay with this, Laine?"
"I guess, I mean...I dunno' I feel bad. What if I get in the way?"
"You won't. She's rarely here, and she's got two guest rooms. She said you could have the one next to the bathroom. She'd let you pick, but sometimes her Mom sleeps here, so the other room is somewhat taken."
"Okay", she mumbled. Clearly, she wasn't comfortable with the situation, and felt guilty. However, she was young, and scared. Rachel cared about she felt, but she cared about her being safe a Hell of a lot more, and wouldn't be letting her go back to Puck's apartment anytime soon.
After Rachel finished giving a small tour of Quinn's apartment, she walked into the kitchen. Brittany, and Laine following close behind."You hungry, Laine?"
"Not really."
"Are you sure, when's the last time you ate?"
"Before we came here, Rach", said Brittany."Remember? I gave her gummy worms."
"Well, yeah but she needs something substantial. How about some soup...maybe a sandwich?"
"It's okay. I'm not hungry right now", she answered, plainly."Thank you, though."
Rachel was about to protest, when all three of them heard the door open. In walked Judy, carrying her purse, and a few other things.
"Judy, hi", said Rachel."I wasn't expecting you to be here, I'm sorry."
"Oh no, don't worry about that, sweetheart. Quinn called me, and told me about her new house guest. She told me you have to work tonight, so I figured I'd come and keep this girl company." She set her things down, and headed into the kitchen."You must be, Laine. It's very nice to meet you, my name is Judy."
"Hi", Laine smiled nervously, as she shook the older woman's hand."It's nice to meet you."
"Well, aren't you adorable. You have such beautiful skin", Judy complimented.
"Thank you...".
Rachel smiled at the older woman's random compliment, and pulled her phone from her pocket. As fast as she could, she typed out a text, explaining that Quinn's mother had no idea what Rachel did for a living, and sent it to Brittany, and Laine. As soon as she sent it, she put her phone back in her pocket. Luckily, Judy hadn't noticed, and Rachel breathed a sigh of relief when both of them looked at their phones.
"So Judy...this is my friend Brittany...she models with me from time to time. Britt, this is Quinn's mother."
"It's really nice to meet you Mrs. Fabray", said Brittany.
"It's nice to meet you as well. Although, I should probably tell you, I don't use that last name anymore. I go by Judy Collins. Why Quinn kept her father's last name, I will never know."
"Oh, I'm sorry", whined Brittany.
"No you're fine dear, you did know" said Judy, as she walked over to Rachel, and whispered into her ear."Don't be upset with Quinny. She told me everything that's gone on, and I thought I could come over here and give this poor little girl some peace. She was angry at me at first, as probably still is. She thinks I'm butting in, but it doesn't matter. I'm here to help, and I know you'll let me." Rachel nodded, and smiled a little. She loved that Judy wanted to help, and wasn't at all upset that Quinn and clued her Mother into the situation. She stepped away from Judy, and gave Brittany a knowing look.
"I feel like I'm being rude, and I'm so sorry...but, we should probably get going", said Rachel. She knew she had plenty of time before she needed to get ready for the night. However, she knew that Judy would be good company for Laine, and talk her into some sort of a meal. It was clear that the girl needed some kind of mother figure in her life, and it seemed that Judy was the perfect person to fill that void.
"No, don't worry about it", smiled Judy."Go ahead, I'm sure Laine and I will get along just fine." She smiled and the nervous teenager."Isn't that right, dear?"
Laine simply shrugged her shoulders. She looked a little scared.
"Hey...", said Rachel, walked over to her, and pulled her into a hug."Don't worry, okay? This is for the best right now, and everything's gonna' be alright. I promise."
"What's gonna' happen when he gets home, and I'm not there", asked Laine, a few tears rolling down her face."What if he hates me, and never wants to talk to me or see me ever again?"
"Awww, no...baby don't think like that, he won't hate you. Listen...he was wrong for putting you in that position in the first place. None of this is your fault, and I really need you to start believing that."
"But...I...I...".
"Laine", said Judy, softly."It's alright. I realize that you don't know me, dear. I know this all must be very scary for you. Change is a scary thing, especially when it happens so suddenly. However, you need to know, that I'm not here to hurt you, Quinn won't hurt you, Rachel won't hurt you. I don't know this, blue eyed beauty here, but I'm sure she won't hurt you either", she went on, gesturing towards Brittany.
"No, never", smiled the dancer."I won't hurt you."
"We're here to help you", smiled Rachel."So, you don't have to be scared. If you give me Puck's new number...I'll talk to him, alright?"
"Are you gonna' yell at him", asked Laine, worry in her tone.
"You know what? I won't lie to you, yes. I'll probably tell him that I'm pissed, and he will most likely be hearing some things from me that he doesn't wanna' hear...but you don't have to feel bad about that. This is just one thing I'm angry about, there are other things that I was already pissed off at him about."
"That's right, Laine...it's a long time coming", said Brittany."Lots of people are mad at him."
Laine nodded, and looked up at Rachel."I know you're trying to help...I do. But...you don't have to."
"I want to. We all do", answered Rachel, as she moved the girl's hair from her eyes."And...if you didn't want me to...you wouldn't have texted me. I'm happy that you did, but don't deny it now. I know you're scared, but you wanted help, I know you did."
It was then that the younger girl broke into tears. She pulled away from Rachel, and buried her face into her hands.
"Awww no...", pouted Brittany."Laine...don't cry...". She moved to her, and tried to grab a hold of her. Her effort was wasted. Laine moved away, and continued to cry.
"Just let her cry", said Judy."She must have a lot to cry about, so just let her do it."
Brittany nodded, and backed off. Even Rachel took a few steps back. The girl obviously needed space.
"Let's go, Rach", said Brittany, sadly. She understood by then, that Judy was ready to take control of everything. She understood a lot more than anybody in the room had realized at that point.
Rachel nodded her head, and grabbed Laine's phone from the kitchen table. She quickly found Puck's new phone number, and copied it into her own phone.
Fifteen minutes later, Rachel was in her car. Brittany in the passenger's seat. For the first few minutes of the ride, the two of them were silent. Both thinking about what had just happened. It wasn't until Rachel heard the blond sniffle, that she decided to speak up."You okay, Britt?"
"Did somebody force her to do bad things", she choked out.
The question caught the tiny woman by surprise."What?"
"Was she raped, or something really bad like that?"
"Britt...how did you-"
"She's so scared...and so sad...and she's acting like you did when-"
"Don't. Britt, I love you to death, and I'm not mad at you right now...but just don't bring that up. Please."
"I'm sorry."
"No, you don't have to be sorry. I'm just asking you, okay? Please, don't talk about that."
"Okay...well...not to bring it up, but Laine is acting just like you did after it happened to you...".
"You figured that out", asked Rachel. She didn't think that her friend was stupid, not at all. However, at the same time, comman sense wasn't really one the woman's strong points.
"Yeah...I did."
Rachel took a deep breath."She won't tell me. I know what they did, but she won't say it."
"She's a baby", cried Brittany."Why did they do that to her?"
"Because, they're monsters, Britt. You know what, though? She won't have to deal with that anymore. That's why I made her leave Puck's, and it's why I needed to keep her safe."
"Do you think she'll be okay?"
"I know she will."
"How do you know...".
"I just do. She's young, but she's strong. She can make it through this."
"Can you", questioned the blond."You seem really stressed out...".
"I'm okay Britt. I'm fine", Rachel answered. Not even really believing herself."I'm fine."