A/N: As of next week when Glee returns the Thursday updates won't be posted until later; after the show airs on the east coast. So don't panic if you don't get the email until then. And as always thank you for reading.
I wrote this chapter before those ridiculous spoilers about Quinn and a professor came out and I don't know if they're true or not but I feel the need to say that in this story Quinn will have a professor that she becomes friendly with but I assure all of you that it is as a mentor and nothing more. I wouldn't have even need to write this note if it wasn't for that stupid possible plotline for Quinn; so no worries you are meant to like him as well.
Warning: Mild Sexy times.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, anything mentioned, any songs, quotes, or books used.
Chapter 4: Small Town Girl
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
-H. Jackson Brown Jr.; P.S. I Love You
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Rachel felt bad; she had asked Brody to help her with a dance routine to show Cassie that she was in fact sexy but when the woman still told her she wasn't good; Rachel lost it and yelled at her.
She felt bad.
She didn't mean to insult the woman but she honestly didn't know why she hated her.
So after worrying the entire day about it; she went back to Cassie's dance room to apologize and what she saw was that she was dancing and she was very talented.
"I'm working," Cassie said when she saw Rachel lurking in the doorway.
"Look I came to apologize," Rachel said. "I was upset and angry and I… I just shouldn't have said what I said."
"Don't apologize for that Rachel," Rachel's eyes widened when she said that. It was the first time Cassie had actually used her name and she could see the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile at her surprise. "That was the first time I have seen enough passion in you to prove you just might have what it takes… so don't ruin it by taking it back," Rachel nodded and followed her as she went back over to dance in front of the mirror.
"Okay I won't apologize for finally standing up for myself but I do want to apologize for what I said about you… it was mean and uncalled for and completely immature," Rachel said and saw that Cassie was smiling at her. "I'm just… I've just been struggling so much."
"How so?" Cassie asked and it was the first time Rachel could see something akin to compassion from her.
"I-I… all I have ever wanted my whole life was to move here and make my Broadway dreams come true and…" she trailed off as she felt the anxiety washing over her again.
"And now you don't think you have what it takes?"
"No I know I have what it takes," Rachel said and Cassie's smile widened. She was really starting to like this girl. "I just didn't count on missing everything else in my life as much as I do. You know I'm a small town girl from Lima, Ohio population of just under 39,000 people and here I am New York City population 8 million and I'm just struggling."
"I guess I understand that Rachel," Cassie said. "I'm from a small town myself but if you want this… as badly as you say you do-"
"I do," Rachel cut her off and she grinned again.
Fuck, this girl reminds me of myself- Cassie thought.
"Well then you have to push all of that other stuff away and focus on this… on your dream," Rachel frowned.
"But Quinn is my dream too and I just can't forget about her."
"Quinn is…" she trailed off.
"M-My girlfriend," Rachel answered. "W-we have literally never been apart for longer than a few weeks and even then we still got to see each other," Cassie nodded.
"So this distraction is why you're struggling."
"Yeah I mean… I always said I wanted Broadway more than anything but honestly I cannot imagine my life without Quinn."
"You're sweet Rachel," Cassie said and she heard Rachel gasp. She giggled and looked around the room. "You tell anyone that and I'll make you pay kid," Rachel smiled. "Don't smile just yet." Cassie told her and Rachel's eyes met hers. "You're not going to like what I'm about to say… if this girl is distracting you this much… I think it'll get in the way of your dream." Rachel nodded. "You're going to have to choose."
"I-I can't… I love Quinn and this is my dream, I could never choose."
"Then you'll never make it on Broadway," Cassie said and walked away. Rachel could feel the tears stinging her eyes and was about to start balling but Cassie's voice stopped her. "If you're serious Rachel," Rachel looked at her as she stood near the door. "Then I'm willing to help."
"Why?" Rachel wondered because after everything that has happened with her she couldn't understand her change of heart.
"Honestly… you're annoying and presumptuous and you think you're are more talented than anyone else… you're over confident to the point of making me want to strangle you but you have passion, you have what it takes and once you figure you're shit out I think you will be a shining star," Rachel smiled. "And you remind me of me so much it's fucking stupid," Cassie finished and Rachel giggled.
"Well get to it Berry," Cassie looked at her and Rachel's eyes widened. "My T.A.'s clean the dance room and do all the laundry," Rachel smiled. "Get to it… the laundry room is downstairs," Rachel nodded and Cassie winked before stepping out of the room.
Rachel's head was spinning. First Cassie hated her, and then she was nice to her, and then she said she was going to have to choose between Broadway and Quinn and then she said she thought she was good enough to make it and made Rachel her assistant.
Maybe Cassie was crazy.
Her head was spinning.
And there was no fucking way she was choosing between Quinn and Broadway.
She was Rachel Berry after all and she would have both.
She pulled out her phone sent Quinn a text.
Quinn was rushing from her Drama class to her English class and they were on opposites sides of campus. As she ran across the courtyard she thanked god for Sue Sylvester and her insane fucking workout routines.
"Hey bitch," Sawyer said as she saw Quinn run into their shared class just as the professor came in. Quinn was panting heavily as she sat down.
"Hey Sawyer," Quinn said and felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She smiled when saw it was a text from Rachel.
From Rachel: Hey baby I need to see you. I'm coming there tonight for the weekend if that is cool.
She heard her professor talking already but couldn't leave Rachel waiting.
From Quinn: I would love that. Can't talk now though I'll call you after class xx
She hit send and turned her attention back to her professor. After several minutes her phone buzzed again and she opened it.
From Rachel: I'll be waiting have fun in class my sweet little nerd. I love you xx
Quinn smiled and finally gave her full attention to her professor.
When class ended and she was leaving the room with Sawyer she nearly jumped out of her skin when her professor called her name.
"Uh Miss Fabray, can I speak to you for a minute?"
Oh shit.
She all of a sudden felt like a kid again when you're teacher caught you talking in class. She looked at Sawyer who shrugged and then back to her professor.
"Yes sir," she answered and waited as the remainder of the kids filed out. She was sure this man was going to yell at her for texting in his class but when the room was empty and he spoke again, she was pleasantly surprised.
"I'm very impressed with your work Quinn," he said and her smile spread across her face.
"Thank you sir."
"I took the liberty of looking at your file and saw that you're double majoring in English and Drama is that correct?"
"Yes Professor Tate, that is true sir," she was still shaking and didn't know what he was getting at and she couldn't contain her glee when he revealed his intent.
"Well I finally got Professor Avery to agree to let me pen next year's manuscript for the drama department's yearly production and I was wondering if you would like to assist me on this," she gasped.
"Me," she nearly squealed and he chuckled.
"Well yes Quinn, you seem to have an affinity for the written word and I have spoken with Professor Avery and she is also very impressed with your work. I could really use another set of eyes with typing and editing drafts as well as a teenage perspective. I could also give you extra credit in this class if you agree to-"
"Yes," she cut him off as her excitement got her better of her and giggled again. "A thousand times yes Professor Tate," he smiled and nodded.
"Well Okay Quinn… I will let you know when I have some work for you to go over and please don't go easy on me just because I'm your professor."
"I won't," she said in her former head bitch tone and again he laughed.
"I'm going to like working with you Quinn."
"Thank you sir," she said and she followed him out into the hall where she saw Sawyer waiting.
"Nerd," Sawyer said and looped her arm through Quinn's and they walked away.
"If you think that's an insult you're wrong… I love being a nerd."
"Of course you do."
"Hey Sawyer I need a favor this weekend," Quinn began and Sawyer's mouth turned into a grin.
"You need me to disappear," Quinn nodded. "When does the infamous Rachel appear and more importantly are you going to let me meet her?"
"She will be here later tonight and of course you can meet her, if for no other reason than so she can see that you do nothing for me," Sawyer laughed.
"Okay Quinn," Sawyer said. "I'll crash at Paige's tonight but you owe me and I don't want to just meet Rachel we should hang out."
Paige was Sawyer's friend from photography class. Quinn met her once; she seemed nice enough. A bit of a party girl but she had a single room and didn't mind letting Sawyer crash with her.
"That sounds good… what do you have in mind?"
"Well Paige met this guy and he is in a fraternity and he invited us to a party this weekend which means they'll hook up, I'll get Paige's room to myself and you and Rachel get our room to yourselves and hopefully we'll get wasted and all have lots of random sex… well except for you and your wife."
"We're not married."
"Might as well be," Sawyer said and Quinn laughed.
"Okay the party sounds cool." As soon as they parted Quinn dialed Rachel's number and it rang exactly once.
"Well hello love of my life," Rachel's voice instantly sent a wave of peace spreading through her body.
"Hey babe," Quinn said cheery and it made Rachel smile.
"You sound happy."
"Yeah something wonderful happened."
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Not over the phone," Quinn said. "I'll tell you when you get here, when are you leaving?"
"Very soon," Rachel told her. "I'm packing now."
"Okay I'll pick you up at the train station," Quinn said and Rachel felt butterflies spread throughout her body. "I'm going home now to clean the room and get ready for you."
"Aw babe you don't have to go to any trouble."
"It's not trouble and even if it were you're worth it," Quinn said sweetly.
"You're the sweetest, I love you." Rachel's voice sounded a bit off and Quinn knew something was weighing on her mind and she was going to have to figure it out.
"I love you," Quinn replied. "And I'll see you soon."
"Can't wait."
"Me neither," Rachel said.
Quinn waited patiently for Rachel's train. She was so anxious to see her that she was wringing her hands nervously. But when that beautiful girl stepped off of the train and met her eyes she finally felt at ease.
Rachel ran to her and their bodies collided and so did their lips. Quinn circled one hand around Rachel's waist and the other around her head. She swiped her tongue across Rachel's bottom lip and deepened the kiss. As they held and loved on each other neither girl wanted to let go.
And the short taxi ride to Quinn's dorm also spelled trouble as the sexual frustration was palpable and Rachel was fighting every instinct to straddle Quinn and have her way with the girl and Quinn well… she was fighting the same urges.
When they finally reached Quinn's dorm room she opened it and Rachel went inside. She took in her surroundings. On the right side of the room it was clearly Sawyer's stuff. She saw a poster of the movie Walk the Line as well as several photographs of landscapes taped to the walls. Her bed was a plain light blue comforter and her desk was a mess. Her eyes peered over the other side of the room where she saw Quinn's light green comforter- it matches her eyes- and her full to capacity bookshelf. Her neatly organized desk and above her bed hung two framed photos; one of her holding Beth and one of Quinn holding Beth. On her night table was a picture of her and Rachel at prom and one of just Rachel that she took herself and with her sitting on her bed smiling her biggest Rachel Berry smile.
Rachel beamed at Quinn's stuff and then turned and faced the girl who was leaning against the door smirking.
Rachel could see the lust and desire in her eyes as she bit her lip and watched her. She felt arousal spread throughout her body.
"Where is Sawyer?"
"She's staying in a friend's room this weekend," Quinn answered and that was all it took Rachel jumped on her and kissed her all over her face.
"Babe we should talk I have news remember and you were upset earlier," Rachel stopped kissing her neck and looked at her.
"How did you-"
"I could tell… I can always tell Rachel," she said and Rachel kissed her again. When she pulled back this time she smiled.
"We'll talk later," she started leaving kisses down her neck to her collarbone. "But right now I want to show you how much I missed you," she husked and Quinn moaned. Rachel pulled Quinn's shirt off and started to undo her jeans and then she looked through the tops of her eyes and started at Quinn's beautiful face. She dropped to her knees.
"Will you let me show you how much I missed you Quinn?" Quinn nodded. "Will you let me show you with my mouth?" Quinn moaned at that and nodded again.
"Yes please," she hummed. And Rachel did.
Rachel showed her over and over and over again.
A while later they were cuddled on Quinn's bed and Rachel was staring into those eyes.
"What was your big news?" Rachel asked and Quinn smiled shyly and blushed.
"My English professor, asked me to work with him on a play he is writing," Rachel gasped as she continued. "For next year's drama club production."
"Oh my god Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed and hopped up. She sat back on her knees and stared at her girl in wonder.
"I'm not going to be doing much… it'll just be some reading and giving him some teenage opinions," she finished with a chuckle because Rachel was bouncing on the bed.
"It's still incredible Quinn… I'm so proud of you," she said and leaned over and kissed those lips. Quinn cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss moaning into it. Rachel straddled her hips and backed out of this kiss.
"You are so brilliant Quinn," she said with pride lacing her tone and Quinn beamed. She loved making Rachel proud. "I'm such a lucky girl to have you."
"I'm the lucky one," Quinn told her and Rachel giggled.
"Cassie is wrong," Rachel said more to herself and Quinn arched her eyebrow. "We really are going to be okay… aren't we Quinn?"
"We are," Quinn said but she pushed herself up onto her elbows. "But what exactly did your dance teacher say about us, and is this why you were upset earlier?"
"How did you know I was upset?"
"Because I know you Rachel… now tell me," Quinn demanded and tried to sit up. Rachel lifted herself up so that Quinn could move into a sitting position before she lowered herself back down onto Quinn's lap. Quinn's arms tightened around her and Rachel smiled.
"Yes Cassie said something that had me upset but I'm over it now… and I know she's wrong so it's no big deal."
"Tell me."
"Okay," Rachel took a deep breath before continuing. "Do you remember the other day I told you that Brody said the way to get Cassie off of my back would be to impress her?" Quinn nodded. "Well she said that I wasn't sexy enough to make it on Broadway."
"She what! Is she fucking blind?" Quinn yelled. "I'm going to have to set this woman straight," Rachel giggled. She fucking loved defensive Quinn.
"Listen baby."
"Okay sorry," Quinn whispered with a slight pout that Rachel kissed off.
"So I asked Brody to dance with me."
"Yeah you told me so that I wouldn't kill Brody," Quinn said with a giggled. "How did that go?"
"Not good," Rachel answered and Quinn pouted again.
"She said I was awkward and tentative in my body and I moved like I was ashamed of it," Quinn sucked in a breath again.
"What is her deal? I mean I have seen the way you move Rachel and you are anything but ashamed."
"Will you let me finish or are you going to keep interrupting me?" Quinn pouted for a third time.
"Sorry," Rachel giggled at that and leaned over and kissed her pouty lips.
"It's okay you're cute when you're defensive," Quinn rolled her eyes. "So she said I was bad and I snapped. Kurt had told me a little bit about her and that she messed up her one opportunity on Broadway because she flipped out on some guy in the audience whose cell phone was ringing."
"Oh god."
"Yeah so when she was mean I threw that in her face and yelled at her and told her she was jealous of me."
"Oh no."
"Yeah," Rachel shook her head. "I was such a bitch to her and she threw me out of her class. So anyway after my classes were done I went back to apologize and that was when you came up."
"Why do I feel like I'm not going to like this?"
"Because you're not… but please let me say the whole thing before you start yelling okay," Quinn nodded. "I told her that Broadway was my dream but I was struggling in New York. I told her I'm just a small town girl with all of these dreams and I'm not sure how to make it happen when my other dream is here," she met Quinn's eyes. "I have just been missing you so much that I have been so distracted and afraid."
"Afraid of what baby?"
"Afraid of change… everything is changing Quinn and I just don't want it to," Rachel had started to cry and Quinn rubbed her back.
"Hey don't cry," she kissed Rachel's cheek. "What did this Cassie woman tell you about us?"
"She said that if you were distracting me so much then maybe I'd have to choose," Rachel winced waiting for Quinn's outburst but Quinn was quiet.
Eerily quiet.
She waited several long moments before she spoke again.
"Say something Quinn."
"Well do you want to choose?"
"No! Never! Even when she said it I was thinking no freaking way am I choosing between my two dreams… I will have both," Quinn smiled at that.
"Then you will," she said and Rachel furrowed her brow in confusion. "You said it yourself Rachel, you want both and you will have both. Look I understand where Cassie is coming from."
"Huh?" Rachel was really confused now, and Quinn laughed knowing she was.
"She doesn't know us Rach… she doesn't know all that we have been through or how deeply we love babe. She doesn't know us and from an outsider perspective I get why she would say that to you… but as someone who knows how you tick Rachel Berry. You weren't thinking that I'm a distraction you were thinking that the distance is… right?" Rachel nodded. "I know it's hard baby, it's hard for me too… I want to be with you every second," Rachel nodded again. "But we're never breaking up."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because if we break up what does that solve… we still won't see each other, we'll still be all of these miles apart but instead of bringing smiles to each other's faces every day and instead of having incredible sex every two weeks we'll be miserable."
"You have a point?"
"I know I do, I know this is hard but it's better than the alternative… I'll always want you Rachel, I'll always love you, and I'll always wait for you because two days every two weeks with you is better than any amount of time with anyone else."
"Oh Quinn," Rachel sobbed. "Fuck… I love you so much."
"Me too," Rachel kissed her hard and deep and it took her breath away. When Rachel pulled away she was wearing her familiar dopey grin. "Wow."
"Wow is right."
"I knew Cassie was wrong… I guess I just needed to hear what you had to say about it."
"Well in that case I have more to say about it."
"Uh oh."
"No it's not bad," Quinn said and Rachel waited. "I don't want you to be afraid baby… I want you to allow yourself to change and grow and become the person you were born to be. And I'm not worried because I know that without a doubt that even if you grow and change you will never grow apart from me," Rachel shook her head. "Go out there and conquer New York the way you promised you would and I'll be here cheering you on like I always have," she saw Rachel's eyes darken and she giggled. "And yes I do still have my Cheerio uniform if you need me to be an actual cheerleader," Rachel giggled. "But Rachel, I don't want you to hold back, or let fear guide you. I want you to take New York and own it, take risks, take chances and take whatever you want from this world and then I want you to tell me all about it while making love to me."
"I love you," Rachel said with hearts in her eyes.
"I love you too and nothing," she cupped Rachel's cheek. "Nothing will change that, I'm not going anywhere because by your side is where I'll always be."
"Me too."
"So no more holding back okay?"
"Okay."
"And no more letting fear guide you?"
"No more," Rachel shook her head with a naughty glint in her eye. "And no more talking Quinn because I just want you to fuck me now okay?"
"Okay," Quinn agreed before flipping her over and she pushed Rachel's legs opened and slid down that body. Just as she was about to lower her head between those magnificent legs the door burst open and Sawyer's voice had them scrambling for the blankets.
"Oh gross," she said and ducked back out of the room. Rachel squealed and Quinn yelled.
"What the fuck Sawyer?"
"Sorry I forget… and I was coming to get my bag for tonight asshole," she yelled at the closed door. Rachel giggled.
"She reminds me a bit of Santana," and Quinn's eyes bulged out at that.
"Oh crap."
"What?"
"She does… and as you get to know her you'll see that she also has some qualities that make her like you… and me too."
"Oh really Quinn? And how is she like me and I swear to Barbra if you say anything about her body you will be so single and umphh-" Rachel was shut up by Quinn's mouth… and Quinn's tongue. Rachel moaned loudly.
"Fuck Off!" Sawyer banged on the door. "At least let me get some clothes." Quinn broke the kiss and got off the bed.
"Quinn!" Rachel whined because she was frustrated.
"Give us a minute Sawyer," she yelled at the door and then her loving eyes landed on Rachel. "Let me introduce you while she packs and then I promise I will finish what I was doing?"
"You better."
Five minutes later, Quinn opened the door to an annoyed looking Sawyer, who was standing with her hand on her hip and a pout across her mouth.
She stepped aside as Sawyer walked in. Rachel got one look at her and sucked in a breath. She had seen Sawyer a couple of times on Quinn's webcam but that was nothing compared to in the flesh. This girl was gorgeous and her jealousy shot through the roof.
"Sawyer this is the love of my life Rachel Berry," she winked at Rachel who couldn't hide the smile that caused. "Rachel this is my very annoying and very straight roommate Sawyer Bishop," Rachel smiled her sweetest smile.
Her dads always raised her to be a little lady not the frat boy trucker that she felt like she was. All she knew was that the frat boy trucker in her would be tearing this girl apart right now.
"It's nice to meet you Sawyer," she said sweetly. "And I'm sorry that you walked in on…" she trailed off as blush covered her cheeks.
"It's cool Rachel," she said quietly as she blushed as well. "I-I mean I just caught sight of more than I ever want to see of Quinn but it's cool. I know how it is when you're in a long distance relationship." Rachel smiled at her words and suddenly she felt a bit more at ease. "It's nice to meet you by the way."
"It's very nice to meet you too," Rachel told her as a smile graced her lips.
"I'd shake your hand but I don't know where it's been and ugh," Sawyer shuddered at the thought grabbing her backpack and putting clothes into it; Rachel giggled.
"You really do remind me of Santana," she said and Sawyer turned and looked at her.
"Quinn said that too. But she also said that I remind her of you… something about talking incessantly and rambling on and on about nothing in particular."
"Like now for instance," Quinn said and Sawyer shot her an icy glare.
"Oh god," Rachel curled her lip and the other two girls looked at her. "You are like a combination of me, Quinn and Santana… this is creepy." Quinn smiled at the appalled expression on Rachel's face and Sawyer continued to pack. "Ooh you know who would like her Quinn? Noah," Rachel said as her eyes brightened with what Quinn knew was a Rachel Berry plan. She could already see Rachel's title for this plan. How to make Noah fall for Quinn's roommate. She giggled.
"Who's Noah?" Sawyer said over her shoulder.
"Puck," Quinn said and Sawyer's head whipped around.
"Puck?" she smirked as the idea washed over her. "Go right ahead and arrange that Rachel… that boy is yummy," she turned back and Rachel's smile widened. She was thrilled that not only did this girl like her idea.
She was also very, very straight.
It was wonderful and it set all of her worries at ease.
"You're happy," Quinn said knowing why.
"Yeah because Sawyer isn't into you, she's into Noah," Sawyer's head whipped round again.
"Wait you thought I was gay?"
"N-N-No not really," Rachel stammered. "I just have jealousy issues when it comes to Quinn. She knows I trust her but I don't trust other people and I get very possessive over what is mine," Sawyer smiled.
"Well you have nothing to worry about with me."
"I can see that now," Rachel told her and Sawyer's smile widened.
"And if you want I will watch out for people that pay too much attention to Quinn and keep them in check for you."
"Would you!" Rachel squealed and Sawyer giggled. She really liked this girl and could see why Quinn was head over feet for her. "That would be lovely Sawyer."
"For you Rachel no problem," she flung her backpack over her shoulder and looked at Rachel. "But you should know that you really have nothing to worry about; Quinn doesn't even notice the people that check her out and anyone stupid enough to approached her instantly regrets it," Rachel beamed first at Sawyer and then at Quinn. Rachel's eyes locked on Quinn and Quinn could see the desire in her eyes.
"Alright I'll see you guys later," Sawyer said and they both nodded but said nothing. "Okay and I'll knock before I enter when I come by before the party," again nothing was said as the two girls continued to stare at each other. She needed to get out of there soon before they started to tear each other's clothes off. "Okay bye," she said lamely before leaving.
As soon as the door closed Quinn threw herself at Rachel and started to tear her clothes off.
"Ugh I thought she'd never leave," she said into Rachel's neck before attaching her lips and sucking.
"Mm, me too… but she's nice I like her."
"I'm glad," Quinn said as she pulled away from that delicious neck and tugged her pants down. "But can we stop talking about her?"
"Yes… oh baby I'm so hot for you."
"Good," Quinn tore her panties off and buried her face between those legs.
"Mm," she moaned and tangled her fingers into those blonde locks and opened her legs wide.
"Fuck Rachel, you're all wet," she husked.
"Of course I am, my hot girlfriend was about to go down on me and then I find out that she still only notices me… and did I mention that she is hot… the hottest girl ever actually," Quinn giggled.
"Well you're the only girl she has ever wanted," Rachel moaned; she could feel Quinn's hot breath on her. "And now I'm about to finish what I started."
"Mm," Rachel hummed. "Get to it then."
And she did.
Rachel was completely drunk. She started drinking as soon as they got to the party; she was just so happy to with Quinn and so happy to finally not being worried about losing her. She was also looking forward to letting the fear go and taking chances just like Quinn said she should do.
She loved that girl.
So much.
And when her eyes scanned the dance floor she didn't see her. She had just been there dancing with Sawyer. Then she caught sight of the vision that was Quinn Fabray as she walked over to her.
"Dance with me?" Quinn asked and Rachel nodded. Quinn was drunk too, not as drunk as she was but they were both feeling pretty good and it was amazing after a month and a half of nothing but worrying.
"Mm, I'd love too," Quinn led her over to the make shift dance floor and began grinding on her. Her hands were firmly planted on Rachel's ass as their centers rubbed against each other in the most intimate way.
"Mm fuck Quinn," she moaned and Quinn nodded.
"Yeah baby… you feel so good," she growled. "I want you so much right now." Rachel pressed her chest against Quinn's and licked around her earlobe causing the girl to shudder. "So take me," she husked into Quinn's ear and Quinn squeezed her ass tight but their mood shifted when a guy approached Quinn from behind and put his hand on her back. She turned and glared at him.
"Hey baby… can I join in?"
"Uh no thanks," she said with a laugh and Rachel giggled too.
"Come on baby," he said and slid his hand down Quinn's back. She pushed him off roughly.
"Don't fucking touch me," she growled as she stepped out of Rachel's arms and was about to knock this asshole out. He held his hands up in surrender but apparently he had pushed Rachel too far and she threw herself at him flailing and punching at him; they fell to the ground in a heap.
"Oh fuck off get this crazy bitch off me," he yelled as Rachel continued to punch at him. Sawyer heard the scuffle and saw Quinn trying to pull her flailing girlfriend off of the guy who was covering his head with his hands. Sawyer ran over, her friend Paige following closely. And it took all three girls to pull Rachel off of the guy who then got to his feet.
"Here's a good clue for you asshole," Rachel screamed at him as he ran off. "When a girl says she's not interested… she's not fucking interested!" A few of the girls in the room clapped as Quinn pulled Rachel outside; Sawyer and Paige followed.
"That was awesome Rachel," Sawyer said and Quinn was looking at her girl with that dreamy look in her eye.
"Yeah well," she took a deep breath and composed herself. "I'm usually very polite and reserved but when people cross a line- especially when I'm drunk- I can't hide my own inner frat boy," Sawyer giggled at that.
"Nice, well I promise to never do anything to cross a line with you… ever," Rachel smiled at her and then Sawyer looked at Quinn who was still staring at Rachel like she was a piece of bacon. "Okay well… we should go back inside Paige before these two start tearing each other's clothes off and we see more than we want to see."
"I wouldn't mind," Paige said as Sawyer pulled her away, though she didn't take her eyes off of the love struck Quinn and the heaving chest of Rachel until they were out of sight.
The two girls were staring intently at each other until Rachel snapped and grabbed Quinn's hand silently dragging her to her dorm.
They reached Quinn's room in ten minutes flat and they were both buzzing with arousal, first from the hot dancing and then from what Rachel did.
Rachel pushed Quinn into the room and kicked the door behind her. Quinn's lips were instantly on her neck and moving down.
"Oh fuck Quinn… you're so hot," she moaned.
"Me," Quinn squealed. "Oh my god babe you were so fucking sexy in that room I am positively dripping for you," she said and Rachel all but ripped her shirt off and attached her lips to Quinn's stiff nipple. The pants were next and before Quinn knew it she was on her back on her bed with that brown head of hair bobbing between her legs.
"Oh god Rach," she growled. Rachel was lapping at Quinn's soaked hole. She wasn't lying about dripping and she dove in again and again until Quinn was practically ripping her hair out of her head. Her legs closed around Rachel's head as she came hard.
And they fucked well into the night making the most of their time together, knowing it wouldn't happen again for another two weeks.
The next morning after a tearful goodbye at the train station, Rachel was on a train heading back to New York and she was sad again.
But she remembered what Quinn told her and suddenly she wasn't scared anymore. She was done being the small town girl lost in the big bad city. She was going to let her fear go, she was going to take risks, and chances and make her girl proud.
And then she was going to take Quinn as often as possible for the next four years in New York and New Haven and everywhere in between.
Her phone beeped.
From Quinn: I can still feel you.
She smiled at what seemed to be a sext.
From Rachel: Are you sexting me?
From Quinn: I can feel your tongue circling my clit as your fingers pound into me.
Well okay- Rachel thought. An interesting way to pass the time on this train ride.
From Rachel: Well I can still taste you… and I got tell you Quinn yours is my favorite flavor.
Quinn was lying on her bed with her hand in her panties and she moaned at that text.
From Quinn: I'm about to touch myself Rachel and I'm wishing it was you. What would you do to me if this was your hand?
Rachel gasped when she read that.
From Rachel: Oh I'd do so many things. Hold on tight babe I'm about to rock your world.
From Quinn: Lucky me.
Rachel slumped to the couch after a long day at school. It had been almost two weeks since she visited Quinn in New Haven; which made her smile because she would get to see Quinn in a few days' time again. Things were getting better with the distance thing. Meeting Sawyer and seeing Quinn's devotion to her even with the girl there helped reaffirm that Quinn was hers and her worries were laid to rest and as far as the other things that were bothering her she took Quinn's advice and left her fears behind and it was working out wonderfully.
Cassie was treating her better; she even finally started to teach her the tango; Rachel was adjusting to her new life… but there would always be room for her old life too. It was a balance and she had finally figured out how to do that.
But she was exhausted between her killer dance class and her class with Miss Tibideaux and her acting and writing classes she was so busy, add being Cassie's assistant to that and she had a full workload which was actually wonderful because it kept her mind off of being lonely. But nights like this… she missed Quinn.
They had a Skype date in a few hours and she was all done with her homework so she was finally getting some much needed rest and relaxation. Brittany entered the apartment a few minutes after she sat down; and she joined Rachel on the couch and rested her head on Rachel's shoulder.
"Hey Britt… are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm just tired," Brittany told her. "Being an adult is hard," she whined and Rachel draped her arm around her friend's shoulder and rubbed her arm soothingly.
"Yeah I know what you mean."
"And I miss Santana," she said and Rachel could definitely relate to that.
"Yeah I know that too," she agreed and Brittany picked her head up and met Rachel's eyes.
"I'm worried about me and Santana."
"You are?"
"Yeah… I just… I know that she doesn't do so good being alone and I mean at least I have you guys… but Santana only has her roommate and she hates her roommate," Rachel held back a laugh because of course Santana hated her roommate.
"I know that she misses you a lot but Brittany I'm not worried… you guys will be fine," she waited a few moments and when it was clear Brittany wasn't going to talk she spoke again. "Won't you?"
"I love her," Brittany said with a shrug. "And I'll never stop but I'm not sure we can make it… not anymore."
"But you trust her right?" Rachel asked the difficult question trying not to sound like she was being accusatory.
"Yeah I trust her… I know she won't cheat or anything but I think she might break up with me because we're so far apart and I just don't want that… I thought we could do it Rachel. I thought we could be as strong as you and Quinn are," Rachel tried to hide her smile at those words. "But I'm not sure."
"I think you and Santana will make it through this… that girl loves you so much Britt, there is no doubt about that," Brittany smiled. "And I'm confident that she would do everything in her power to be with you rather than break up with you."
"Yeah?"
"I'm sure of it."
"Thanks Rachel," she put her head back on her friend's shoulder. "You're a great friend."
"Yeah?" Rachel asked surprised.
"The best," Brittany said and her voice was tired. "I also miss Lord Tubbington," Brittany added. "I mean we talk on the phone every day but it's not the same you know?" Rachel giggled before answering.
"Yeah… I am surprised that you didn't bring him here… this building does allow pets," she said and felt Brittany nodding.
"I was going to but, FedEx wouldn't let me ship him here," Rachel laughed again.
"You could've brought him with you on the plane."
"No way… Lord Tubbington hates flying," she said and Rachel could only wonder how she knew that but she just shook her head.
"Well I have an idea," Brittany lifted her head and met the girl's eyes. "How about when we go home for break we don't fly back but instead we rent a car so that you can bring him back with you," Brittany's smile lit up her face.
"And you'd do that for me?"
"Of course."
"And you think San and Quinn would do that?"
"Of course they would Britt… they both love you just as much as I do," Brittany beamed.
"Thanks Rachel," she said resting her head again on Rachel's shoulder.
"It'll be fun… a trip with the girls."
"And Lord Tubbington."
"And Lord Tubbington," Rachel repeated and silence enveloped them. Within minutes both girls had fallen asleep. When Rachel's phone rang later she put Quinn on hold to cover Brittany with a blanket before taking her phone to her room and spending the rest of the night talking to Quinn.
She talked about her day and so did Quinn.
And it was wonderful.
Later that night; Quinn was sitting in her dorm room with Sawyer. Quinn was reading a book and Sawyer had her laptop open doing homework. There was some song that Quinn had never heard of playing from Sawyer's IPod dock but she liked it enough that it wasn't annoying her.
A loud bang on the door however, scared the hell out of both girls.
"What the hell," Sawyer said looking at Quinn.
"Open the fucking door Fabray," Santana's voice shouted and Quinn smiled. Sawyer was still confused so Quinn shook her head.
"That's just Santana," she said getting up to get the door. Sawyer smiled- Quinn had told her all about her best friend and she was curious to meet her.
When Quinn opened the door she was greeted by the tear streaked face of her best friend.
"Quinn," Santana sobbed and collapsed into her arms.
"San, are you drunk?"
"No I'm not drunk," she pulled out of Quinn's arms and pushed into the room. "And what the hell is this shit you're listening to?"
"San, don't be rude," Quinn chastised as Sawyer shut her music off. Santana looked over at her and she felt a little bad.
But only a little.
"Sorry… I'm a bitch," she told Sawyer which made her laugh.
"Yeah me too," Santana smiled weakly.
"I'm Santana Lopez, I'm Q's best and might add hottest friend," she held out her hand and Sawyer took it.
"Sawyer Bishop, Quinn's newest… and second hottest friend?" She said it as a question.
"Nope sorry honey… Britts is hotter than you," she said and Quinn scoffed.
"Rude," she whispered.
"Nah, it's cool Quinn…and I'm guessing Britt is your girlfriend?"
"Not for long," Santana whined and just like that the tears started again.
"Oh shit I'm sorry," Sawyer tried but Santana waved her off. Santana collapsed onto Quinn's bed and when Quinn sat next to her she buried her face in Quinn's shirt and cried harder.
"What happened San?" Quinn asked and saw Sawyer getting to her feet she furrowed her brow.
"I'm just gonna go... give you some privacy," she said and Santana shook her head.
"Y-You don't have to… this is your room," she looked at the girl. "As long as you don't mind listened to me whine like a bitch I don't mind you staying," Sawyer smiled at her and covered her hand.
"Well I don't know your girlfriend but she would be crazy to let you go," Santana smiled warmly at her before looking back at Quinn.
"Your roommate is awesome Q," Quinn smiled at Sawyer.
"I know."
"My roommate is a total cockhead," both girls laughed at that and Quinn wiped the tears off of Santana's cheek.
"Are you going to tell me why you're here in the middle of the night and crying," Quinn wondered. "You're really not drunk right?"
"Fuck you Q," Santana shouted.
"Okay so then why all the crying and what is this garbage about losing Brittany," Quinn said. "She loves you like crazy San."
"I know she does and I love her the same but I'm just worried, this distance thing is killing me and I don't know how much longer I can do this… I'm a very physical girl Q and I needs my sweet lady kisses."
"I know how that feels."
"So I have been thinking…" she trailed off and Quinn waited patiently for her to continue. "I've been thinking about applying to NYU and transferring there next year," she furrowed her brow and prepared for Quinn's reaction. She watched Quinn think it over and smile at her.
"I think it's a good idea San."
"You do?"
"Yeah I mean as long as you're happy."
"But UConn has one of the best music programs in the country," Santana told her.
"But NYU's music program is wonderful as well."
"But I have a cheerleading scholarship," Santana said and Quinn arched her eyebrow.
"It sounds like you're trying to talk yourself out of it."
"No it's just… I just… I mean who goes to school based on where her girlfriend is?"
"Loads of people Santana… if being in New York with Brittany will make you happy while still following your dreams then I say do it."
"I don't even know if I'd get in to NYU."
"You can at least try," Quinn told her.
"Or how I'd pay for it," Santana continued and Quinn smiled. She really was trying to talk herself out of it.
"You have your mom's money Santana," she could see that Santana was going to say something. "Just listen… look you said you wouldn't transfer until next year anyway… so just apply and take it one step at a time and then follow your heart," Santana nodded.
"Thanks Q, I knew you'd point me in the right direction," she hugged her best friend. "But I'm not ready to tell Brittany yet so please keep this between us at least until I decide," she said and Quinn nodded.
"My lips are sealed," Santana smiled and looked to Sawyer who was shocked at by the icy glare.
"M-Me too… I don't even know Brittany but yeah sure I won't say a word," Sawyer said and Santana smiled at her and got to her feet.
"Okay, I guess I'll be going now."
"No you won't it's late and just no… you're staying here tonight." Quinn told her. "You'll share my bed."
"And Berry won't shit herself?" Santana wondered and Sawyer laughed.
"Stop it Santana… you know Rachel loves and trusts you," Santana nodded and sat back on the bed. "And plus we all know you'd never cheat on Brittany."
"Truth."
"Because you're whipped."
"Oh fuck you Fabray because there ain't nobody more whipped than you are," Quinn could only laugh because Santana was right and it was really nice having her around. She really missed her; after a few moments of quiet Sawyer spoke up.
"I have a question," she told them and both girls nodded. "So is every girl in Ohio gay?" Quinn and Santana both giggled.
"Pretty much," Santana told her laughing and Quinn was laughing so hard she didn't even correct her.
Rachel was lying on her bed finishing up a paper for her playwright class when her phone rang. She looked at the time.
Right on schedule.
She opened the phone and pressed the talk button.
"Hello gorgeous," she said and Quinn giggled.
"Guess what Rach?"
"What?"
"This time tomorrow I'm going to be in your arms," she said with a smile and Rachel moaned at the thought.
"Mm, a long weekend with the hottest girl in the world," Quinn giggled. "What do you want to do while you're here?"
"I want to spend some time with Brittany and-"
"Brittany is going to see Santana this weekend," Rachel cut her off.
"Oh okay… good," Quinn trailed off as she thought about Santana and a smile crossed her lips. "Okay so I want to hang out with Beth for a few hours."
"Of course," Rachel agreed and Quinn smiled.
"But other than that… all I want to do is you," Rachel moaned again.
"Quinn, you don't want to explore New York?"
"I'll see enough of New York when I move there… right now all I want to see is you," Rachel smiled at her sweetness. "Naked… and under me," Rachel moaned at her naughtiness. "Or over me… I'm not picky."
"How about tied up?" Rachel teased.
"Ooh I like that," Quinn practically growled.
"I knew you would… and just think we'll have this room all to ourselves all weekend long," Quinn let out a loud moan. "Maybe we'll have to bring out the toy box, it is our anniversary after all," Quinn groaned again.
"Okay stop Rachel or I'll ditch my classes tomorrow and go there now."
"Um, that isn't a threat because that isn't going to make me stop baby," Rachel said giggling and Quinn reveled in the sound.
"What are you wearing?" Quinn husked and Rachel smiled into the phone. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a tank top and shorts but Quinn didn't need to know that. An evil smirk crossed her lips and she answered.
"Nothing."
And again Quinn moaned.
A/N 2: The title is a line from the song Don't Stop Believing by Journey/Glee Cast.