The next day at school was a strange one. Rachel felt weird walking around as if nothing was new when her life had changed so dramatically the night before. It felt weird that no one else noticed that she was so different now. She was so happy now.
It was strange to talk with Quinn in a friendly way. She found herself staring at her during lunch; Quinn had to keep kicking her under the table. Rachel had never really appreciated the Cheerio's uniform as much as she did today. Quinn looked so pretty.
They sat together while waiting for Glee to start, not saying a word, just smiling and making silly faces at one another. The rest of the Glee kids just rolled their eyes and shook their heads, even giving the girls a heads up when Finn was on his way.
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The song ends with a simply sung lyric, an unresolved chord hanging in the air. The Glee club sits in shock for a few moments before remembering to burst into a thunderous applause. Mr. Schuester jumps to his feet and hugs both girls tightly.
"Girls, that was FANTASTIC! You could perform that as is and we'd take Regionals. But with a few months to work on it? It was perfect. Absolutely perfect." Mr. Schue hugs them again, and the rest of the Glee club applauds once more, their hopes for Regionals high.
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After rehearsal, the girls find themselves laughing together by Quinn's car, still feeling an adrenaline high from their earlier performance.
"God, Quinn, I just can't believe how well it went. You were great. Just…ah, perfect. You were perfect." Rachel smiles sweetly, linking her pinky with Quinn's discretely.
Quinn smiles and blushes, ducking her head and staring at their hands. "Not even close. The song would have been nothing without you. You have a voice only found once in a generation, Rachel."
It's Rachel's turn to blush. "Let's agree to disagree, okay?" And with a quick glance around to be sure no one was there, she stands up on her tiptoes and kisses Quinn's nose.
Both girls smile warmly at one another, and Quinn glances at her phone, noticing that it has nearly been a half hour since Glee got out. "We should go…"
Rachel pouted. The idea of Quinn dropping her off at home and going to her cold, unloving home is not a good one. Quinn knows Rachel is worried about her. And to be honest, she doesn't really want to go home much either.
"Come over?" Quinn asks quietly.
Rachel immediately brightens. "Of course! Let's stop by my house and talk to my Dad, maybe get some things so I can stay over?" Rachel rushes through her words, practically skipping to the passenger side door of Quinn's car.
Quinn laughs, nodding, hurrying to unlock the door so Rachel can get in and mess with the radio as she did every time they got in the car together.
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Rachel drops her bag on Quinn's bed and turns in a slow circle, taking in Quinn's bedroom. It makes her sad.
When Rachel thinks of bedrooms, she thinks of a reflection of personality. Every other bedroom she'd ever been in, she'd seen that person reflected on the walls, in the furniture, everywhere. But Quinn's room was a bed, a dresser, a television, and a desk. There were no photographs; there was no bright paint on the walls.
Rachel turned to Quinn, who was watching her carefully. Quinn gestured around the room. "My parents never wanted me to change anything. They didn't want to 'devalue' the house. And my mother does weekly checks to make sure it's clean and there's nothing on the walls. She repaints a few times a year…" Quinn trails off when Rachel hugs her tightly around the waist.
Quinn hesitates a moment before wrapping her arms around Rachel's shoulders. They stand in their embrace for a while, before Quinn kisses the top of Rachel's head and gently separates herself from the other girl. "Let's watch a movie, okay?"
Quinn shows Rachel her collection of movies, and playfully hits Rachel on the shoulder when the dark haired girl pulls out a zombie movie. "Only if you want to die, Berry." Quinn imitates her own bitchy tone, and they laugh as Rachel searches for another film.
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Rachel sniffles and snuggles into Quinn, who wipes a tear from her cheek. "I can't believe you chose A Walk to Remember. How…teenage date movie of you." Quinn teases, trying to pull Rachel from sad movie-world.
"I like it!" Rachel is defensive, her lip sticking out comically.
"I do too, considering I own it." Quinn sticks her tongue out and crosses her eyes, making Rachel laugh.
As the credits of the movie roll, both girls adjust into comfortably laying together.
"Quinn?"
"Rachel?"
"Did you ever think you'd have Rachel Berry in your bed?" Rachel asks innocently, and Quinn bursts out laughing.
"That made it sound dirty!" Quinn continues to laugh, and Rachel finds herself giggling as well. Suddenly there's a loud banging sound from above.
Rachel looks to Quinn curiously, who puts a finger to her lips. Quinn reaches into her pocket for her phone, gesturing for Rachel to do the same.
My dad. He'll be listening for noise for a while. –Quinn
You aren't allowed to make noise? –Rachel
Not when dad is getting ready for bed. –Quinn
I forgot your parents were here entirely. –Rachel
I was starting to. I almost did some things that would've made some serious noise. Which would not have been good. –Quinn
"Some things"? –Rachel
Mmhmm. Some things. –Quinn
And when Quinn saw that Rachel had read the message, she leaned down to kiss her softly. When Rachel tried to set her phone down and make the kiss more involved, Quinn pulled back and started texting again.
I don't trust you to stay quiet. –Quinn
Rachel pouts and fidgets slightly, thinking of the things Quinn was talking about that would make her unable to stay quiet.
I could stay quiet. –Rachel
No you couldn't. –Quinn
I know. =( -Rachel
Quinn ducks her head into Rachel's neck, silencing her laughter.
I'm sorry, sweetheart. –Quinn
I like it when you call me that. –Rachel
Quinn hadn't missed the smile that spread across Rachel's face when she read the message, but was glad to read the confirmation.
I like calling you that. –Quinn
Tell me about those things, if you won't do them. –Rachel
Quinn wiggles her eyebrows at Rachel, who just looks at her and pouts slightly, trying to convince the taller girl with her eyes.
I was thinking about kissing you. –Quinn
Where? –Rachel
Here. –Quinn
And when Rachel opens the message, Quinn leans down and places a soft kiss on Rachel's collarbone. She smirks at the soft sigh that falls from Rachel's lips. Rachel glares at her and begins texting quickly.
That doesn't count as a noise. More? –Rachel
I was thinking about kissing down your stomach. I've wanted to since last night. It just looked so…perfect. –Quinn
Rachel bites her lip and Quinn closes her eyes tightly, glaring when she opens them and Rachel is silently giggling.
Talk about that more. I am a fan. –Rachel
About what more? Last night? –Quinn
Yes, please. -Rachel
I don't think I should. –Quinn
Why not? =( -Rachel
Because now is not the time for me to remember how fucking sexy you looked. –Quinn
Rachel gasps aloud, and fidgets, scooting herself closer to Quinn. She gets as close as she can while still leaving her hands free for texting.
More. –Rachel
I wish you had let me continue. You pulled away before I got to properly enjoy you. Touching your hips was just the beginning. –Quinn
It was weird. –Rachel
What was? –Quinn
How good it felt when you touched me. –Rachel
Both girls' breathing was a little uneven as they remembered the intimate moment from the night before.
You should've let me continue, then. It would've felt even better. –Quinn
Tell me about it. –Rachel
Nuh uh. You missed your chance. –Quinn
Please? –Rachel
Nope. –Quinn
Rachel leans up toward Quinn's ear and whispers with a soft whimper. "Please, baby?" Quinn's jaw drops, and she takes a moment to steady her breathing before starting her text.
You don't play fair. I wanted to kiss your stomach. Your neck. Your chest… -Quinn
Oh. I should've let you continue. –Rachel
I told you. –Quinn
You could continue now. –Rachel
Quinn smiles and Rachel pretends not to notice.
You're not naked. =P –Quinn
I could be. –Rachel
Quinn makes a strangled, choking sound. She looks at Rachel with wide eyes, and Rachel reaches over and takes her phone. The smaller girl sets their phones aside, and pulls Quinn down by the collar of her shirt for a soft kiss.
The kiss became heated quickly, and Rachel's hands immediately tangle in Quinn's hair. Quinn's hands find Rachel's hips, and begin sneakily inching Rachel's shirt upward. Rachel feels like her muscles are jumping when she feels Quinn's hands on her skin.
As Quinn's hands travel up Rachel's stomach and her fingertips graze the underside of the bra, Rachel begins to breathe heavily. Quinn has to keep whispering for Rachel to keep quiet, but she's not sure that Rachel can even hear her. When Rachel lets out a whimper, Quinn starts to pull away.
"No no no no no. I'll be quiet. I promise. Just keep…." And Rachel grabs Quinn's hands and place them over her bra covered breasts.
Both girls sigh softly, and Quinn moves her hands gently, massaging awkwardly. Rachel bites her lip, and nods at Quinn. "You're okay. It's good. I've never done this before either. It's good." Quinn leans over and bites Rachel's neck, cutting off her rambling.
"I've never been on this end before. It's interesting." Quinn whispers so lightly Rachel feels like she was shouting. She'd almost forgotten they were supposed to be being quiet.
Quinn pulls one of her hands from Rachel's shirt and slides it behind Rachel's knee, guiding the skirt clad leg to hook around her waist. She massages Rachel's thigh lightly, and kisses the smaller girl again. Rachel uses her leg to pull Quinn closer to her, and maneuvers herself so she's on top of Quinn. She arches her hips downward and both girls gasp at the movement.
Rachel scoots so that she can position her legs on either side of Quinn's thigh and grinds downward. Quinn's jaw drops when she feels the warmth between Rachel's legs through her jeans, and Rachel grits her teeth and holds back a moan when she makes contact.
"Jesus, Rachel…" Quinn's soft whisper pulls Rachel from her brief moment of euphoria, and Rachel lies forward, so her mouth is next to Quinn's ear.
As she grinds herself downward a second time, she makes her voice as lust-filled as possible and whispers in Quinn's ear. "Fuck…"
Quinn's entire body jumps upward, and a moan rips from her mouth. She wraps her arms around Rachel and squeezes the smaller girl tightly, her breathing halting for a few long moments. Suddenly Quinn tightens her grip on Rachel, and whispers roughly in her ear.
"Say it again."
Rachel breathes heavily and nods, shutting her eyes to focus herself. She clears her throat and settles herself down on Quinn, pressing herself as closely as she can get to the other girl. She nips lightly at Quinn's ear and whispers so closely her breath warms the side of Quinn's face. "Fuck me, Quinn."
Quinn shouts. "JESUS."
Rachel jumps back, startled.
And Judy Fabray bursts through the door to see Rachel Berry with her shirt pushed up, straddling her daughter in bed.