Title: Not One of Them
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Quinn just wanted to be alone. Rachel just had bad timing.
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
Warning: G!P Rachel.
A/N: Like I said last chapter, things are moving faster now. Well, thank you guys so much for all the reviews/favorites/alerts. It's so nice to see that people actually like what I write. So, thank you! I hope you enjoy this one.
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Rachel was walking down the hallway toward Brittany's first class with the bubbly blonde dancer by her side because Quinn and Santana had disappeared inside Sue Sylvester's office after practice and the Latina threatened her via text into making sure Brittany didn't get lost. Not that she needed to do such a thing — Rachel liked to spend time with the taller girl, her innocence and weird sense of humor were refreshing.
They were almost there when two figures suddenly stepped in front of them. Brittany gracefully sidestepped them, adding a simple twirl just for the fun of it, but Rachel wasn't so fast. Not gracefully at all, she groaned when her body collided with someone and fell back on her butt, letting go of Brittany's books that she was caring for her.
Blushing, she quickly stood up and tried to ignore the snickering around her. It'd been quite some time since she heard people laughing at her like that. Before she could get over her embarrassment, though, a microphone appeared from nowhere and she had to take a step back so it wouldn't hit her face.
"I have a few questions," Jacob said with his trademark creepy smile. Behind him, one of the guys from the AV club was holding a small camera up and Brittany was frowning, not sure of what was going on.
Rachel rolled her eyes and pushed the microphone away from her face. "Leave me alone, Jacob." She tried to ignore him and some of the people that were still laughing as she bent down to retrieve Brittany's books from the floor.
Instead of going away like she hoped he would, Jacob just turned around to face the camera. "Well, it's been a month since Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerio and HBIC of McKinley High, made Rachel Berry, also know as Dick-Chick, Manhands and RuPaul, off-limits inside these halls. But what all of us still want to know is how that happened." He turned back around and grinned. "Rachel, tell us. What's the secret to tame Quinn Fabray?"
"Go away," she mumbled as she tried to keep herself from hitting him with Brittany's Math book.
"What did you do? Did you blackmail her?"
"What— No!" She huffed and shook her head. "I don't have time for this."
The diva shoved him out of the way and grabbed one of Brittany's hands with her free one. Brittany was still frowning, but she didn't question her.
"Brittany!" Jacob called as he followed them. The AV nerd wasn't very far behind. "What can you tell us about the Fabray/Berry scandal?"
Scoffing, Rachel was seriously about to hit him — forget the books, Rachel would shut him up with her bare hands! — because how dare him bring Brittany into this, but she was surprised when the dancer pulled her back by her hand. She was even more surprised when the cheerleader stepped in front of her to shield her from the camera and Jacob's triumphant smile.
"What's wrong with your hair?"
His smile died immediately. "Uh... what?"
"And what's wrong with your face?" she continued. "You're so weird."
"That's— Tell us about Santana," he tried. "She was seen walking with Rachel Berry a few times this last month. What's going on? Is she planing on breaking Fabray's new rule or is Berry also blackmailing her?"
Rachel huffed in indignation behind the taller girl.
But Brittany was having none of it, apparently. "Did you know giraffes can speak?" she asked with a serious expression. When the boy gave her a WTF face, she nodded. "They can. Whales can, too, but they are really shy, so they act like they can't."
"... Interesting. About Santana, though—."
"No, wait! Seriously, what's wrong with your hair?"
Exasperated, Jacob threw his hands up and walked away, his friend following after him with an amused smile.
Brittany giggled when Rachel hugged her with her free arm from behind after both boys disappeared around the corner.
"You are so awesome, Brittany," the smaller girl said. "My hero."
"He was annoying." She turned around to face the other girl, who had one of her famous toothy grins on. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"
It never failed to amaze Rachel how easily Brittany fooled everyone around her. Yes, she was innocent and looked harmless, but she was also a fucking genius. The stupid act made people underestimate her and, differently from Quinn and Santana, she could manipulate others without them even knowing. She was brilliant, really.
"I'm fine, thank you." Rachel shrugged. "My ego is the only one bruised, don't worry."
Chuckling, she linked their arms and dragged the smaller girl toward her first class. The bell was about to ring and Rachel still had to get to her own class; she didn't want the girl to be late. They stopped by the open door of the classroom and Rachel offered her her book back with a charming smile and thanked her again.
Before she could go, though, Brittany leaned in and pecked her right cheek quickly.
"I'll see you later, Rachel."
She entered the room, leaving a furiously blushing Rachel behind, and only allowed herself to smirk when she sat down on her usual seat.
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She found beautiful hazel eyes watching her when she closed her locker after lunch. Quinn did that a lot, just watching her move around from afar. Like they agreed, their relationship inside school was merely friendly and they would talk sometimes in between classes, but it didn't happen all the time.
It didn't take long for the diva to notice how uncomfortable Quinn acted when there were people around them and she tried not to let that bother her. Quinn was trying, she knew she was, but the way she would look over her shoulder every other minute to see if someone was looking at them did upset her a little. Because of that, she tried not to interact much with the cheerleader in front of others. They traded small smiles and texts during the day and Quinn would spend the lunch with her in the auditorium sometimes, but that was all they did in school.
Okay, that wasn't really all they did. Even though they promised they wouldn't do it at school anymore, sometimes they just couldn't help themselves. Rachel totally blamed it on Quinn; That cheerleader had no self-control.
So, maybe her skirts were getting shorter and her shirts were getting tighter. If you asked Rachel, she would tell you that was completely accidental. And the fact that it was mid November wasn't really important. What was really important was Quinn's face when she saw her every morning and how the blonde would drag her into some janitor closet and they would end up fucking against a wall.
Outside school, though, things were looking up. Whenever Rachel had a free afternoon, they would go to the Fabray mansion to hang out for a few hours. After Santana's speech, the diva thought it wasn't very smart of them to spend so much time somewhere the blonde's parents could easily find them, but Quinn insisted it was fine. Three times a week, her mother would go out for some club meeting or to have a few drinks with her friends and her father basically only left his office when he had to. Rachel would be long gone when they came back home.
When they were alone, they would watch movies together and cook and just talk sometimes. Quinn even taught the brunette how to use her coffee machine — it took more time than it should, but the blonde was charmed by the concentrated look Rachel had on as she explained what each button was for.
Away from school, Quinn talked a lot. Like, she never shut up. Rachel would joke about it and the other girl would roll her eyes and pretend to be annoyed for a minute or two, but then she would open her mouth again and talk. Just listening to her, the diva learned a lot about the girl hidden behind the cold mask.
Apparently, Quinn was addicted to peanut and she always slept on the left side of the bed. When she was five, her sister convinced her to jump from a three and she ended up with one arm and one leg broken. Her mother made Frannie feed and bathe her for a month because of that. Her favorite color was yellow and she had a thing for sun dresses, even though she really loved Winter and she couldn't use them without freezing. She was also crazy about cats, but her father was allergic. When she had her own place, she planned on adopting at least three of them.
And, of course, sex was awesome. Rachel still couldn't believe sometimes that only one month before, the only person that had ever touched her like that was herself. She slowly learned all the places that drove the other girl crazy and how to read her moods, giving her what she wanted. Quinn was also determined to have sex against every surface of the house; they did it on the couch, over the coffee table, against the front door, against the back door, the dinner table, the counter top, the fucking floor... Everywhere, really. Even the laundry room, something that still amused the diva.
It felt like two completely different worlds.
So that's why she was a little bit shocked when Quinn pushed herself away from her locker and confidently walked toward her.
"Hey, Rachel."
She hesitated only for a second. "Hi."
Quinn pretended not to notice. "So, Brittany told me about the JewFro incident this morning and I'm thinking about asking Santana to take care of him," she told her casually.
"She will kill him," the diva commented.
"Yes, that's the idea." Quinn smirked.
"It wasn't so bad." They started to walk toward one of their few shared classes, AP English. "Brittany was there to save me. And, you know, I think it's natural that they are curious about us. Even though it's been a month." You were my tormentor for years, she added mentally. The way Quinn's smile fell for a second told her she did the same thing.
The classroom was mostly empty. Rachel went to sit on her usual desk, but Quinn surprised her again by gently grabbing her wrist and guiding her to the back. The only other three students there were sleeping or reading, so none of them paid attention to them. She waited for the blonde to sit down before choosing the desk next to hers.
"Can you believe it's been a month already?" Quinn suddenly asked. "It feels like just yesterday I was still dating Finn and hating everybody."
Rachel nodded. "I know what you're talking about."
"It's crazy, right?" Quinn smiled. "Dork."
"I'm sorry, but weren't you the one that made me watch the The Lord of the Rings' trilogy with you two times already?"
Quinn shook her head, still smiling. "I have no idea of what you're talking about."
"What about Harry Potter?"
"Rachel, stop lying."
The diva's loud laugh woke up the dude that was sleeping and he glared at her from the other side of the room. Smiling sheepishly, she turned around to see Quinn trying to hold her own laughter in.
The bell rang and the other students started to slowly show up. Santana was the last one to enter the classroom, as expected, and a smirk took over her face when she spotted the little diva and the cheerleader sitting together.
"Well, would you look at that." She made her way toward them and plopped down on the desk on the diva's other side. "Q, Hobs."
"Hello, Santana," Rachel greeted with a small smile, but an honest one.
She liked to consider the Latina one of her friends, even though the girl laughed at her face the one time she said it in front of her. Just like she predicted, the brunette cheerleader used every chance she got to make stupid jokes and innuendos about their situation, ignoring Quinn's glares and Rachel's pouts. She even caught them again two other times — Rachel suspected she did that on purpose just so she could annoy them and because she had nothing better to do — and would only shut up after Quinn made her run twenty extra laps during practice.
But she kept her word and didn't tell anyone about them, not even Brittany. Not that she needed to tell Brittany anything; Rachel suspected the blonde girl already knew about them, even though she didn't say anything. Again, Brittany is a genius. The only thing Santana did was, well, be herself and make crude comments every time she got the chance.
"What are you bitches up to?" she asked. "Scheduling another visit to the janitor closet?" The Latina winked at the blushing diva, making Quinn huff beside her. "Wanky."
Rachel looked around them and relaxed a bit when she noticed that there wasn't anyone near them. Usually, it was only Quinn and Santana that sat there and other people tended to keep their distance from the scary cheerleaders.
"Like you are one to talk, S," Quinn sneered back.
Santana just shrugged. "Have you seen my girlfriend? She's fucking gorgeous. At least I don't pretend to be a prude, blondie."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you weren't looking so holy when I found Hobs over here fucking you from behind last week," she calmly said and smiled in triumph when Quinn's eyes widened. Her eyes went to the diva, who was watching her carefully. "How is 'Big Berry', by the way?" She patted the girl's crotch, making her gasp and slap her hand away.
Satisfied with how uncomfortable the girls looked, she turned her face back toward the front of the class.
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Quinn would never admit it to anyone, but she really liked Glee club. Not just because of the way it made Rachel smile or because it was the perfect opportunity to listen to the girl singing, she really enjoyed the hour they spent dancing and singing like idiots.
As expected, there were a lot of fights with Santana starting ninety percent of them just for the fun of it. Mr. Schuester learned how to deal with them pretty quickly, though. Rachel took over the female lead spot easily — Mercedes was not happy at all about that and she made sure everyone knew about it, numerous times — and, to everyone's surprise and Mr. Schue contentment, Puck became their male lead.
The boy was strangely quiet during the meetings; he was always on time and would sing with Rachel without complaining. It was... odd. Quinn was keeping an eye on him — and so was Santana, secretly.
"We should start thinking about our set list, Mr. Schue," Kurt said. "Sectionals is in a few weeks and all we've been doing is lame assignments."
Before Mr. Schue could protest, Rachel raised her hand. "I agree with Kurt."
"And I agree with Rachel," Brittany said with a wink, making Rachel grin and Quinn and Santana frown.
"Why, thank you, Brittany!"
"Guys, come on," Mr. Schue called. "We still have time. And, Kurt, my assignments are not lame. They give you guys the opportunity to express yourselves through music."
One of the baby Cheerios scoffed lowly. "They kinda are lame, though."
Sighing, the teacher chose to ignore the comment and turned around to write their next — lame — assignment on the white board when he noticed someone outside the door.
"Hmmm, hi!" He gave the boy one of his big-but-also-kinda-creepy smiles. "Can I help you?"
The room went silent when Finn Hudson entered. "Is this Glee club?"
"Yes, it is. Come in!"
From her seat on the last row of chairs, Quinn's eyes narrowed dangerously as her ex-boyfriend looked around the choir room. Beside her, Santana had a similar look on her face and Brittany stopped bouncing on her seat, paying attention to what was going on.
"What can we do for you, Finn?" Mr. Schue continued when the boy did nothing but awkwardly stare at the members of the club.
"Uh— I'd like to join."
Santana was the first one to react. "No way, Finnderella!"
"Do you even know what Glee club is?" Mercedes asked not long after, eying the football player warily.
Quinn was definitely not happy about it, but she chose to stay silent. She could feel Rachel's eyes on her, so she looked away from Finn for a second and offered her a small smile. It was the best she could do.
"Guys, come on." Mr. Schue shook his head. "That's not how we do things here. If Finn wants to join, then he can. Santana, stop glaring. You'll have to audition, though, Finn. It's that okay with you?"
The boy frowned. "Like... sing?"
"It's a Glee club, idiot," Santana sneered. "What the hell do you think?"
"Santana!"
"What? It's not my fault Finnesa over there is brain damaged," the Latina said with a shrug.
The same baby Cheerio nodded. "It was kinda stupid, though."
"Dude, just sing something already," Puck said.
Nodding, the boy walked toward the jazz band and whispered something before going back to the middle of the choir room. He cleared his throat and waited for the band to start. Can't Fight this Feeling started playing not long after.
Rachel's eyebrows went up when the tall boy started to sing. He wasn't... bad. Not as good as Puck, but he definitely wasn't bad. But then he tried to dance a little and things got really awkward because, seriously, just no.
"Please, stop," Santana whined from the back.
"That's weird," Brittany commented and the baby Cheerios nodded in agreement.
When it was over, Finn was panting a little and his face was red. There were some hesitant claps and Mr. Schue jumped from his seat with his creepy smile on full force.
"That was wonderful, Finn!"
Santana scoffed. "Tell me you are joking, Schue!"
"Santana, stop it." The teacher shot her a warning glance. Turning back to the flustered boy, he patted his large shoulder. "Welcome to Glee club! Please, sit down so we can start today's lesson." He went back to the white board. "You're next assignment, guys, is 'friendship'..."
The baby Cheerio rolled her eye. "Lame."
When the meeting was over, Mr. Schue was the first out of the door and the football players were not far behind. Rachel was still packing her things when Finn passed beside her. Her eyes followed the boy up the risers and she tensed when he stopped in front of Quinn.
"Hey, can we talk?" he asked with one of his dopey smiles that were supposed to be cute.
Santana literally growled and Brittany put one hand on her shoulder to keep her girlfriend from physically attacking the boy, her baby blue eyes flickering toward the diva for a second before focusing back on the scene in front of her.
Quinn didn't even bother to look at him. "What do you want, Hudson?"
"Can we— like, not do it here?" He eyed the glaring Latina fearfully.
"No." The blonde finally looked at him, her eyes as cold as always. "If you have something to say to me, you can say it in front of my friends."
He gulped. "Right... So, I know I fucked up—."
"No shit, genius," Santana spat.
"—and I'm sorry," he continued after shotting her an annoyed look. Quinn's bored expression didn't change one bit. "Look, I love you, Quinn. We dated for, like, years and we were happy, right? So, I was thinking... How about we give it another try, uh?"
Quinn didn't answer immediately. Instead, she stared at the boy she spent her last three years with and, not for the first time, she asked herself what the hell was wrong with her.
"No."
Finn's smile died slowly. "What?"
"No, Finn," she repeated.
"But—," he tried, but shut up when Santana jumped from her chair. Brittany grabbed the back of her uniform so she wouldn't move closer.
"She said no."
Pouting, he turned around and attempted to storm out. When he saw that Rachel was still in the room and had just witnessed his failure, he sneered at her. "What are you looking at, freak?" Before she could respond, though, he stomped his way out of the door and slammed it shut after him.
Santana shook her head. "What the hell did you ever see in him?" she asked the blonde beside her.
"I have no idea," Quinn answered honestly.
"Whatever." The Latina reached for one of Brittany's hands and started to drag the dancer away. Before she could go, though, she stopped beside the silent diva and leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "At least you have a big dick, Hobs." She smirked. "Later, losers!"
"Bye, guys!" Brittany called with an excited wave before they disappeared.
Finally alone, Quinn let her shoulders fall and sat back down. It wasn't long before she felt soft hands on her hair and she opened her eyes to find Rachel there.
"Are you okay?" the diva asked softly.
Quinn nodded. She didn't want to think about Finn; she was so over that. "I'm fine. Are you coming over today?"
"Yes." Rachel smiled. "You know what? We can even watch The Lord of the Rings again if you want. I promise I won't tell anyone Quinn Fabray is actually kind of a nerd."
That made the blonde smile back. She playfully slapped the girl's arm.
"Shut up, dork."
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They were going to watch The Lord of the Rings. Seriously, they were. But Rachel insisted they made some popcorn first because she was hungry. After some flirting that was supposed to be innocent and a few touches here and there, the popcorn never made its way into the microwave. So, instead of watching movies like they planned, they ended up making out against the kitchen's counter top again. Not that Rachel was complaining or anything.
Quinn's hands disappeared inside her sweater and one of Rachel's was toying with the zipper of her skirt. A gasp escaped her when the blonde's nails scratched down her abs before going up again and squeezing her breasts roughly. Soft lips left hers and she tried to catch her breath for a second. They kissed their way toward her ear.
"You know how I want it, dork," she panted before sucking the brunette's earlobe.
With a grunt, she let go of the zipper and went for the girl's spankies instead. Yeah, she knew exactly how Quinn wanted it. She pushed it down her legs, taking her underwear with it, and Quinn happily kicked them away. The blonde's eyes were glued to her crotch, looking for the budge she felt before pressed against her thigh.
"How can you use all these short skirts and not show anything?" she asked.
Rachel smirked as she grabbed her waist and pecked her lips before turning her around.
"I practiced a lot." She pushed her small compression shorts down only enough to be able to pull herself out. In front of her, Quinn planted both hands on the counter top and leaned forward, the strips of her skirt parted to reveal her ass. "Fuck," she whispered, her hand caressing the soft skin before squeezing it. "I love your ass."
It should've sounded dirty, but the way Rachel was touching her so tenderly and the sweet kiss she planted on her right shoulder after she said it made it sound completely different. She didn't dare say anything back because she wasn't sure of what would come out of her mouth if she opened it. It was moments like this that almost made her slip before.
That was something Rachel did and Quinn loved and hated it at the same time. It broke her heart a little because the diva was always telling her how beautiful she was. Damn it, even the way she looked at her made her feel beautiful. And she felt like the biggest asshole when she didn't say anything back — like how much she loved her long, messy hair, or that her nose was the cutest thing ever, or the way that fucking toothy smile made her knees go weak. Rachel deserved to hear those things, but Quinn just couldn't say them. If she did, she would have to face a few facts that she just wasn't ready to face yet.
So, instead of talking, she pushed herself against the hand that was still caressing her and let Rachel do whatever she wanted. She felt the girl's mouth go back to her right shoulder to bite her lightly over the uniform top before going to her neck, leaving kisses and licks everywhere. Her hand left her ass and went back to her waist, and Quinn moaned lowly when she felt Rachel positioning herself before entering her in one swift thrust.
She let her body fall forward until she was resting on her elbows. Rachel was moving fast already and Quinn could feel her everywhere, hitting her deliciously hard. Small hands were running over her sides and down her back and Rachel's lips were sucking on her neck, the only sounds filling the kitchen were Quinn's little helpless whimpers and the slapping of skin against skin as Rachel quickened her pace.
"Oh, God, yes," Quinn moaned after Rachel gave one particularly hard thrust.
Behind her, Rachel was having a hard time holding herself back. Since their first time, pleasing Quinn was always her first priority. But it was so fucking hard to not just let herself go sometimes. Desperate, she ran one of her hands down the blonde's body and groaned when her fingers met wetness, her hips speeding up unconsciously. Quinn's body stiffened when she started to circle her clit quickly.
"Oh, my— Quinn, fuck!" The brunette sobbed and held on for dear life when Quinn's walls clenched around her hard, trapping her inside. A high pitched moan escaped her while she exploded inside the other girl, her body shaking hard as the intensity of her orgasm brought tears to her eyes.
Feeling Rachel coming inside her was one of Quinn's favorite moments. It was so intimate and hot to feel her filling her up and that, with the girl's fingers still playing with her clit, made her fall over the edge. She let her head fall forward and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
It was couple of minutes later that she calmed down. Rachel was hugging her from behind with only one arm and was softly stroking the inside of her right thigh with her free hand. Her head was resting on her back as she waited for her heart beat to slow down.
"Dork?" Quinn cleared her throat to get rid of the huskiness.
Rachel hummed and finally let her go. She held her waist to keep her still as she slipped out of her, squeezing it lightly when she felt Quinn tremble under her touch. When she let her go, the blonde turned back around to face the smaller girl, smiling when her darkened hazel eyes met warm brown ones.
"Are you okay?" she asked and took a step closer.
"Yeah." Rachel gave her her toothy smile and ran her hand through her messy curls that were sticking to her sweaty skin. "That was... intense."
Quinn chuckled. "I guess you could say that." She pulled the smaller girl closer just enough to kiss her quickly before stepping away from her and walking toward their abandoned popcorn. "How about that movie now, uh?"
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"What's his deal?" Santana asked to no one in particular as she eyed the tall quarterback from the other side of the choir room. The boy was sitting with the other football players, but he would glance their way every other minute.
Rachel, who decided to sit near them that day instead of her usual chair on the first row, shrugged. She was also watching Finn with narrowed eyes. "Whatever it is, I don't like it."
"Maybe he just want to sing," Brittany added with her usual innocent smile. Three pairs of incredulous eyes turned to her. "What? It's possible."
"No, it isn't." Quinn refused to look at her stupid ex-boyfriend, so she was watching Kurt teach some dance moves to the baby Cheerios and an excited Mike on the side of the room. "Finn is an ass. I can't believe he actually had the nerve to ask me if we could get back together after our last little chat. I told him to stay away from me."
"He's also as dumb as a door," Santana replied. "What the hell were you expecting?"
Quinn didn't bother to answer her and they fell in silence after that. It didn't take long for Brittany to jump out of her seat and bounce her way to dance with the others, leaving the other three girls alone.
"So, Hobs..." she slowly started.
"Yes, Santana?"
The Latina smirked. "What are doing this weekend?"
It was a harmless enough question, so Rachel let herself relax a little.
"I'm working," she answered. "I'll be helping my dad in the morning and I'll go to the restaurant later."
"What about Sunday?" The Latina was determined to find something to tease the smaller girl.
Rachel answered without thinking. "Ruth is coming over."
Jackpot.
Santana's playful smirk became an evil one as the diva's eyes widened slightly. Beside them, Quinn stopped breathing for a moment as she waited for the girl to continue.
"Ruth?" the Latina said and leaned closer to the other girl. "Who's Ruth?"
"A friend."
And, really, that was exactly what Ruth was. The girl was four years younger than her and had been one of the few things that kept Rachel going since people found out about her secret. Ruth was like a little sister to her — an over-protective, short-tempered and troublemaker little sister. It was the Puckerman gene, she was sure of it.
"A friend, uh?" Santana wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Don't lie to me, Hobs. Tell aunt Tana everything about this Ruth chick."
Rachel huffed. "Ruth is Puck's little sister, Santana."
The Latina's smirk fell. "Little Puck?"
"Yes." She chuckled at how disappointed the other girl looked.
Quinn finally relaxed after that and closed her eyes for a second to calm herself down. She is just Puck's little sister, she told herself. Nothing to worry about. Distracted, she didn't notice the Latina's dark eyes watching her carefully.
Her disappointed frown was quickly replaced by her famous smirk again.
Maybe she could still have some fun, after all.
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