A/N: Warning: Sexy Skype action.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, anything mentioned, any songs, quotes, or books used.

Chapter 7: Close My Eyes and Leap

"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the

not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in the

lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world

you desire can be won. It exists… it is real… it is possible… it's yours."

-Ayn Rand; Atlas Shrugged

/

Quinn was standing backstage of the theater. She was about to audition for her very first role since the small role she had in West Side Story. She mentally kicked herself for not being more like her girlfriend and having a more impressive resume but it wasn't until she joined glee club that she found her true passion.

Well she found both of them.

She smiled wide as she thought about Rachel.

Rachel was definitely her passion; but being in glee club is how she realized her true passion for performing. She always loved the arts in any form. When she was a kid she took a lot of dance classes and it was fun but then again so was climbing trees and throwing rocks at boys.

She laughed at herself.

How did she not know she was gay for so long?

But she didn't realize how good performing made her feel until her very first competition on the McKinley High auditorium. As they sang Somebody to Love she felt at home on that stage.

And now standing here on this stage she could feel the nerves battering her stomach. She was about to read for the lead role in this drama department's annual play and she was nervous. She wished she was more prepared.

"Quinn Fabray," she heard Professor Avery calling her. She took a deep breath and walked out into the bright lights of the stage.

"Hello, I'm Quinn Fabray and I'll be auditioning for the role of Emily Webb," her drama teacher nodded and she took a few deep breaths getting into her character before beginning.

But halfway through the monologue that she had memorized she froze. Her mind went blank and she forget everything.

She suddenly knew exactly how Rachel felt when she choked in her NYADA audition.

No, no, no this can't be happening she was Quinn fucking Fabray and she never forgot anything she read. She could quote lines from every book she has ever read.

And that was a fucking lot.

She heard her professor clearing her throat and she looked over at her. She couldn't see her; not with the bright light of the spotlight shining in her eyes. But she could hear her.

"M-Miss Fabray," she began but then Quinn found her voice.

"I-I can do this just please just give me another chance."

"Okay," her teacher agreed. She took another deep breath as she willed the words to come to her. She knew them.

She knew them.

She fucking knew them.

But she couldn't for the life of her remember what they were and the theater was filled with ear splitting silence but Quinn could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat and then she heard her professor's voice again.

"Miss Fabray whenever you're ready?" she nodded and tears spilled from her eyes.

She had been ready.

She had memorized this scene backwards and forwards and she had been so prepared to nail this audition to the wall but instead nothing.

She looked at her professor one last time.

Well in her direction because she couldn't see her because of that fucking spotlight, she raised her arm to shield herself from the light and spoke with a trembling voice full of failure.

"I-I'm sorry," she said through her tears and then she ran out of there. In fact she ran across the courtyard because that was what Quinn did when she was scared, or lost, or pissed.

And right now she was fucking pissed.

She was so angry at herself that she just wanted to run.

She was going to go home and cry but instead she turned and ran toward the athletic field.

Running always made her feel better.

She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and she took it out, she smiled weakly at the text from Rachel.

From Rachel: How was the audition, never mind I know you nailed it you're so brilliant Quinn. I will be the first in line to buy tickets for the show to watch my baby light up the stage. Call me when you get this and I love you.

Rachel's cheery optimism usually always made her so happy and proud but right now all it did was make her feel like more of a failure.

And Quinn Fabray doesn't fail.

She typed out a quick reply which simply said:

From Quinn: I blew my audition.

Quinn tucked her phone away and ran.

When Rachel got the text she tried to call but only got Quinn's voicemail each time. So she read the text over again and her heat went out to Quinn, she knew she would come around and that she was currently beating herself up over this… and she never wished she was with Quinn more than she did in that moment.

Rachel's heart went out to Quinn and she just wished the girl would answer her phone but if she knew Quinn, like she knew Quinn, she was certain that she was probably running the track at school and working through her feelings.

She knew Quinn wasn't intentionally ignoring her texts and calls and she knew she would turn to her when she was ready. She just had to be patient.

But Rachel was never any good at being patient.

But she would; and she certainly knew how Quinn was feeling. It had been a month and a half since her very first New York audition and she didn't get the part. She called Quinn in tears when they told her and Quinn made her feel better like Quinn always does.

And then she showed up on her doorstep the next day and made her feel better in a whole different way… just like she always does.

Since then she tried and failed for another role in another local production but after her first one Quinn reminded her that she was still so new to the scene and that she was still in college and there would be many times that she wouldn't get the role but that she should never stop trying.

Which of course she knew.

However, knowing that didn't help soothe the sting of rejection that she felt after her first ever rejection and now it had happened again. She wanted to tell Quinn and have her reassure her but Quinn had failed herself and all she wanted to do was get on the train to New Haven and hold her girl while they both cry over their collective failure.

But she couldn't do that. It was the middle of the week and she couldn't ditch her classes and she knew Quinn wouldn't want her to.

She just wished Quinn would take her calls.

She was walking toward her dance class when she heard Brody's voice behind her.

"Rachel," she turned and shot him a tight smile. "Hey Rachel," he said smiling as he caught up.

"So how was the audition?"' She frowned and shook her head.

"They said that I wasn't right for the role," he frowned too and draped his arm across her shoulder.

"Aw, I'm sorry," he said in a sweet tone. "But it's their loss and you'll get the next one."

"Thanks Brody, but what if I don't?"

"Then you'll get the one after that," she cocked her head to the side and looked at him with a look of pure disbelief.

"Don't patronize me," she said and crossed her arms. He giggled and stopped walking. She stopped too and faced him.

"I wasn't… I'm serious Rachel, there are going to be roles that you're just not right for and that doesn't mean that you're not hugely talented and ready for this," she nodded. "And you know this so why are you doubting yourself?"

"I guess… I don't know." She let out a heavy sigh. She might as well tell him, he is her friend after all. "It's just that usually when I'm feeling all insecure and full of doubts I turn to Quinn and she makes me feel better," he arched his eyebrow and smirked in a way that reminded her so much of Noah. She pushed him. "Not like that you pervert," she giggled.

"At least I got you to smile," he said and she did smile at him. "So what's up with Quinn are you guys fighting or something?"

"No," Rachel told him shaking her head. "No she's just upset right now too."

"Why? I-I mean if you don't mind telling me."

"She um… she kind of blew an audition for the school play and she isn't talking to me right now," he arched his eyebrow in confusion so she elaborated. "Quinn does this thing where she runs away," he seemed even more confused. "Wait that isn't exactly right… she was raised in a house where showing emotion wasn't allowed, and she has overcome so much of that over the years but sometimes especially when I'm not around to get her to talk to me, she reverts to her old self and runs."

"But where is she running to?"

"No," she giggled again. "I mean she literally runs… right now she is probably running the track at school until her legs collapse on her." He could see that Rachel was worried. "Usually she'll have me or Santana to pull her back in when she's like this… but I can't exactly leave right now and I'm sure Santana can't either… I'm just so worried."

"Well doesn't she have a roommate? You could call her."

"Yeah but I don't have her number?" She said sadly and then her eyes widened and she squealed. "But Santana does," he nodded. "They're sort of friends," she squealed again. "You're a genius Brody," she kissed his cheek and rushed off. "I'll see you later," he waved awkwardly and was glad he could help.

Rachel dialed Santana's phone number and heard her angry voice on the other end after one ring.

"What do you want Berry?"

"I need your help Santana."

Santana was having a shit day… she was so sick and tired of waiting and waiting to hear about NYU that she was starting panic. She needed to be in New York the following year and she was so angry with herself that she chose this school to begin with. She was also upset for Brittany who was still getting the run around from her dance company. If they would just give her the fukcing job she could quit the book store but no…

They wanted to fucking play her.

And it was taking everything in Santana to let Brittany handle this instead of marching into the office and going all Lima heights.

But she knew Brittany could handle them.

Brittany had called and told her she was going down there to confront them and ask them once and for all if they were going to hire her or not.

And if not she was going to look elsewhere.

She was so proud of her girl.

She typed out a quick text to her.

From Santana: Good luck baby and I love you xo

The reply was quick.

From Brittany: Thanks babe, I'm going now I'll let you know what they say.

Santana smiled at her phone and grabbed her bag. She had been in the library studying but she needed to get to cheer practice. When her phone rang she thought it was Brittany and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

Yeah Brittany still gave her butterflies.

But instead her phone screen said Rachel calling. She opened it and grumbled into the phone.

"What do you want Berry?"

"I need your help Santana." She could hear the worry in Rachel's voice and immediately dropped her attitude.

"What's wrong Rachel?"

"I'm not sure anything is wrong, I mean she isn't answering my calls but I'm sure she is fine I just… I'm just really worried because sometimes she pushes herself to far an-"

"Spit it out Berry," she yelled cutting off her rant.

"Quinn blew her audition," Rachel blurted out and Santana felt bad for Quinn and she also instantly knew why Rachel was calling. "And she isn't answering my calls and I know she is probably just running the track but I'm not there and I can't go there so do you think you can-"

"Call Sawyer," Santana finished her thought for her. "I'm on it Rachel and I'll give Sawyer your number so that she can contact you, I have to get to cheer practice but you better fucking text me when you do know."

"Will do and thanks Santana."

"She's our girl Berry."

"I know."

Brittany was pissed. She was so sick and tired of the dance company toying with her. Yeah she was very grateful to them for taking a chance on her to begin with but she knew without a doubt that she had already proven her worth to them. She had done so many things and had brought in so many new clients ever since she had been interning there for the last six and a half months.

She smiled at Santana's text and sent her one in return and then she marched down to the building. When she got there she was greeted by one of the dancers.

"Hey Brittany," he said. "I didn't know you were working today."

"Hi John and I'm not… I need to see Tim or Claire are either of them here?"

"They both are," John said and cowered a bit under Brittany's glare. Brittany smiled at his reaction as she made her way upstairs to the offices. She knew why John was scared at it was because of her own HBIC glare.

Yeah she had one.

She didn't have to use it very often because Quinn and Santana did most of the dirty work and she got to be the sweet simple girl that was friends with them. But she was just as much of a head bitch as her two best friends were and sometimes even more so.

Just ask Finn Hudson.

She smiled at the memory of one of the few times that her friends in glee club bared witness to what happens when someone pissed her off and it was that day in the auditorium after Finn had outed Santana.

She smirked as she channeled the feeling she felt that day and wanted to use it right now. She knocked on the door of the offices and heard Tim- the principle owner of the company- beckon her to enter.

She stood up straight, with her shoulders back in the precision that comes from being a dancer her whole life, she smirked and she pushed her way into the office. Tim smiled upon seeing her but his smile disappeared the moment he caught sight of her glare. The co-owner Claire was also in the office and she also seemed a bit taken aback by Brittany's appearance she was so used to the girl being nothing but smiles.

Brittany laughed internally at their reactions.

Apparently they underestimated her just like everyone in her high school did- with the exception of the glee club. They were used to her being fun and carefree and she was pretty certain that is why they had been taking advantage of her.

Well that was about to end now.

She was either going to walk out with a job or without one.

"What can we do for you Brittany," Claire said and Brittany smiled at the trepidation in her tone. She would use that to her advantage.

"With all due respect," Brittany began. "I would like you both to know that I am very appreciative of the chance you've taken on me," Tim smiled and nodded. "But it has been over six months and I was wondering if you were ever going to offer me a permanent position here. I love working here but I really need to have a real income so that I can stop killing myself by working two jobs." Tim scoffed and Claire adjusted herself in her seat and Brittany growled inwardly knowing what was about to happen. She could feel her hands shaking.

"W-Well," Tim began and his voice was shaking. "We never said that your internship here would result in a permanent position and-"

"Yes you did," Brittany cut him off as the anger got the better of her. She took a deep breath to get herself in check so that she didn't climb over the desk and start beating the hell out of him- Lima heights style.

"Well Brittany," Claire cut in seeing the anger spreading throughout Brittany's body. "If I remember correctly we said that after some time we would reconsider your internship."

"Some time… after some time," Brittany nearly yelled and again regained her composure. "Yeah you said after six months… it's been six months."

"Well we'll have to evaluate your work for a trial period," Tim said and that was it Brittany lost it.

She had already done so much for this company and they fucking knew it. She smirked, leaned over the desk, and met Tim's eyes.

"Evaluate this… I quit," she stood up straight. "And thank you." she turned away from them.

"Wait!" Claire called. "Wait please!" Brittany turned back and sneered as they both scrambled out of their seats. "Please let me be the first to offer you a full time job here."

"No thanks," Brittany said and walked out with her head held high.

She knew it was stupid.

She knew she probably blew her only chance to dance in New York fucking City. But in that moment she knew she couldn't work for people like that. She just couldn't.

She pulled out her phone and shot Santana a quick text as the panic swept over her.

From Brittany: I just quit and now I'm freaking out. Text me when you get this.

She knew Santana was at cheer practice and wouldn't get the text until later so she walked down to her book store job to see if they would hire her full time because if not she was screwed.

It was so stupid.

But it felt so right.

And Brittany always, always followed her heart.

Sawyer was walking to her class when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She furrowed her brow at the screen Santana calling.

"Hello," she said answering the call.

"Hey Sawyer listen I need your help."

"Okay."

"This is going to sound crazy and I'll explain everything later but Quinn is upset and when Quinn is upset she runs."

"And you think she would run to me?" She was confused.

"No like she literally runs, she'll probably be on the track," Sawyer nodded even though Santana couldn't see it. "But she won't stop. She won't stop running until she thinks she gets all of her feelings out and usually Rachel or I can talk her down and get her to stop but-"

"But you're not here. Say no more Santana I'm on it."

"Thanks Sawyer and I gotta run to cheer practice but I'm going to text you Rachel's number can you please text her when you find Quinn…she's probably going out of her mind right now."

"Okay I will," Sawyer said and she was already on her way toward the track.

"Okay thanks," Santana said before ending the call. Sawyer heard her phone beep from her bag a few moments later and knew it was Santana's text. But that didn't matter right now all that mattered was Quinn.

She got to the track in record time and exhaled a relieved breath when she saw Quinn still running. She walked over to the edge of the track near where Quinn was and Quinn stopped when she saw her.

"Sawyer what-"

"You shouldn't ignore calls from your girlfriend," Sawyer cut her off and saw Quinn's face drop.

"I know I just," she trailed off when she saw Sawyer pulling out her phone and typing. "What are you doing?"

"I'm texting Rachel, she's freaking out Quinn!"

She typed out the message and tucked her phone back in her bag and when she looked up she saw that Quinn's eyes were swimming with tears and Sawyer instantly felt bad for yelling at her.

"She is," Quinn whined. "I just… I fucked up and when I fuck up I like to run; and I didn't even think about the fact that Rachel is miles away and can't come check up on me like she usually does," Sawyer hugged her and Quinn collapsed into her.

"It's okay she knows now," she felt Quinn pulling away so she released her grip. And they started to walk the track.

"Do you want to tell me what is wrong?"

"I blew my audition and I was pissed… I am pissed at myself and when I get like this running is the only thing I can do to clear my mind… but I didn't take into account that Rachel would call you."

"She didn't, Santana did." Quinn furrowed her brow. "I guess Rachel didn't have my number so she asked Santana to ask me," Quinn hung her head.

"Well now I feel like an even bigger asshole."

"Well it was kind of an asshole thing to do… I guess sometimes you push yourself too far," Quinn nodded. "They had me so worried I thought I was going to find you passed out or something and you are cute Quinn but I do not want to give you mouth to mouth," Quinn giggled.

"Well thanks for coming anyway and I guess I need to be more careful now that Rachel and Santana for that matter can't just come after me," Sawyer arched her eyebrow.

"You think?"

"Yeah I guess I just didn't realize that not answering Rachel would send her into panic mode," Sawyer nodded again. "I'll be more careful next time."

"It's okay Quinn… but are you… I mean are you okay?"

"Yeah I feel much better now."

"Good… I need to get to class," Sawyer stepped away from her. "Call your girlfriend, oh and thank Santana too."

"Okay mom."

"Fuck you Quinn."

"No thanks I like Rachel better."

"Good to hear," Sawyer walked away smiling. And Quinn pulled her phone out. She knew Rachel was still in class and probably wouldn't get this. Well she hoped Rachel was in class. She typed the text anyway.

She hit send and then ran toward her dorm.

Rachel was walking out of her dance class. It was a miracle that she had made it through this day but if something bad had happened she knew she would feel it. As soon as she made it out of the class she pulled out her phone and saw that she had three missed texts.

She opened the first.

From Santana: I talked to Sawyer she is on it. Gave her your number so she is going to text you when she finds Quinn.

She hurriedly opened the next one.

From Unknown: Hey Rachel, Sawyer here. I'm with Quinn she's fine I found her running. I'm going to yell at her for you.

Rachel first breathed a sigh of relief that Quinn was fine and then she laughed and thanked Barbra for Sawyer. She also quickly saved her number in case she ever needed her again. She quickly opened the third and a smile crossed her lips when she saw it was from Quinn.

From Quinn: I am so sorry baby. I'm fine and thank you for getting Sawyer to check on me. I guess I just didn't think clearly. I'm okay now and I love you. I'm going home to shower and I'll call you later. I'm so sorry again xx

She was so grateful to both Santana and Sawyer and was never more thankful to have them both in Quinn's life.

And her own life.

She was going to have to send them both flowers or something. She pulled out her phone and dialed Quinn's number it rang once and then she finally relaxed when Quinn's voice was heard.

"I'm so sorry Rachel," and Rachel knew she was… so she couldn't even yell at her.

"Well it's not okay but it is understandable so long as you promise to never make me freak out like that again."

"I won't I promise," Quinn said.

"Do you want to tell me about your awful day and then I'll tell you about mine?"

"Why what happened?"

"You weren't the only one who lost out on a role today," Rachel said and Quinn instantly she felt like shit. She had made Rachel worry when she was already having a bad day.

"Oh my god Rach, I'm so sorry… I feel so selfish."

"Hey, hey don't," Rachel said to her. "No listen don't feel bad we both had bad days it happens… but I think what we need is maybe some ice cream and a movie."

"Sounds perfect babe."

"But why don't you tell me about your awful day first and then I'll tell you mine."

"Okay," Quinn said sadly before she told Rachel what happened and Rachel definitely knew that feeling.

Santana was so fucking annoyed.

Cheer practice was the last thing she wanted to be doing so she was never more thankful to be done. When she got into the locker room she took out her phone; she saw that she had two texts.

The first was from her incredible girlfriend.

From Brittany: Hey babe, things didn't go well and I quit. I'm about to go to the book store to see if they'll give me more hours. I'll call you later with the details.

She quickly opened the second one.

From Sawyer: Quinn's fine. I texted Rachel and then I yelled at Quinn, Santana style. But she's fine so no worries.

She smiled and sent a quick thank you to Sawyer before dialing Brittany's number. She walked out of the locker room. She'd shower at home, she needed to talk to her girl first.

"Hello," Brittany's sweet and sad voice said over the line and Santana smiled.

"Hey baby… tell me what happened."

And then she did.

Rachel was sitting on the couch mindlessly flipping the channels. Quinn was going to call her soon and they were going to watch the same movie. It was Rachel's feel good movie and she really needed to feel good right now.

A few moments later, Kurt came in and slumped to the couch.

"What's wrong?" She asked taking in his sad face.

"I miss Blaine," and not a moment later Mike came in and slumped on the couch on her other side.

"I know the feeling bro… I miss Tina," he said sadly and Rachel smiled.

"Well Quinn and I are having a movie date in a little while if you'd like to join us. We're watching Funny Girl," both boys' eyes lit up at that and Rachel giggled. If Mike hadn't been dating Tina since forever she would have questioned his sexuality in this moment.

"I'll get the wine," Kurt said.

"I'll make the popcorn," Mike said at the same time. It was a few moments later when Brittany walked into the house and plopped down on the couch beside Rachel.

"Hey Britt, you seem upset too."

"Yeah I quit my job today?"

"At the book store?" Rachel asked with hope, but that hope was gone when Brittany shook her head.

"I was tired of them walking on me and when I asked them to hire me and they gave me the run around I just… quit," Rachel smiled proudly.

"Well you'll find a dance company that will be proud to have you and until then you know I'll help you cover the rent," Brittany smiled at her.

"Thanks Rachel," she said sadly and Rachel patted her leg.

"Hey Quinn, Kurt, Mike, and I are having a movie date in a little while if you'd like to join us in our pity party."

"That sounds perfect," Brittany told her with a grin. "What movie?'

"Funny Girl," Rachel responded and watched as Brittany's eyes lit up.

"Ooh that's Santana's favorite feel better movie, I'm going to call her and see if she can join us," Brittany said getting to her feet, phone in hand. Rachel laughed at the fact that she and the big bad Santana Lopez had the same favorite feel better movie.

Her phone rang and she smiled.

"Hello gorgeous," she heard Quinn giggle.

"Are you ready?" Quinn asked her.

"Not yet babe… you see Kurt, Mike, Britt, and Santana have all had a really bad day too so I invited them to join us… I hope you don't mind," Quinn smiled.

"I don't mind at all, and I don't know if I've ever told you this before but I'm insanely in love with you," Rachel chuckled.

"Once or twice," Rachel got the movie ready and cuddled with a blanket and her girl. And several minutes later when Kurt, Mike, and Brittany-also on the phone with her girl- all cuddled around her on the couch she started the movie.

And Santana and Quinn were cuddled in their blankets watching the same movie on their laptops and their girls on the phone and it was perfect.

By the time the movie was over everyone felt better.

And Brittany knew she was going to audition for another dance company the next day, and Quinn knew she was going to try again for the play even if she had to be the stage manager or something, and Rachel knew that she was going to go to the other audition that she was up for.

They were all going to take another chance.

Rachel was pacing out in front of the building.

"Are you ready?" Quinn's voice said into her ear.

"As I'll ever be," she said.

"And what are you going to do?"

"Close my eyes and leap," Rachel said and Quinn giggled. "What it seemed appropriate?" Rachel felt her nerves settle a bit.

"It's perfect actually babe… and I think I'm going to do the same thing. Close my eyes and leap." Rachel smiled into the phone. "Now is not the time to let our fears hold us back."

"I love you Quinn," Rachel said sweetly and Quinn felt the butterflies.

"I love you too and call me after."

"I will."

"Break a leg," she said and Rachel smiled.

"Thanks… bye baby."

"Bye," Quinn said and she ended the call and went into the audition with her head held high.

/

Quinn walked into the theater hoping for another chance with her own audition. She saw Professor Avery standing on the stage.

"Professor Avery," she called and the woman turned to face her.

"Hello Quinn," she said with a smile.

"Thank you for meeting me," she watched the woman nod and she took a deep breath. "I know I screwed up my audition and I'm not asking you to let me audition again."

"Good."

"For that role," Quinn finished and thought she might have seen the woman smile briefly before she snapped back to her normal expression. "But I was hoping maybe all of the roles haven't been cast yet and even if they had I was hoping maybe you need a stage manager or anything backstage really, I'll do anything I just want to be involved." She saw another flicker of a smile.

"This is really important to you isn't it Quinn?"

"It's everything," she blurted out and then smiled as her thoughts went wild.

Well almost everything.

And of course her thoughts were on Rachel.

"There is a minor role left open if you're interested in reading for it."

"I am, please Professor Avery."

"Okay Quinn, you have ten minutes to learn a monologue and I want you to impress me," she handed her a copy of the play and told her which lines she wanted her to learn.

"I will," Quinn told her and started to walk backstage.

She learned the monologue as quickly as possible and vowed to herself not to let the nerves and fear win out this time. Ten minutes later when Professor Avery called out her name she went out there and did in fact impress her.

Or at least she thought she did.

When it was over she looked down at her and saw the woman was smiling.

"Very good Quinn," Quinn couldn't hide her excitement. "Rehearsals start on Monday."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said grinning and as she started to leave the stage.

"And Quinn," Professor Avery called and she turned back.

"Yes ma'am."

"I hope to see you in here for next year's fall play as well and you better nail that part like you did today."

"I will," Quinn said with a grin.

"That role is perfect for you… hell it is you," Quinn smiled wider. "Congratulations Quinn and I look forward to working with you."

"Me too," she practically ran to her phone to call Rachel.

Brittany walked into Parsons' Dance Company with her head held high and she was ready to impress. She filled out all the paperwork and waited. When they called her name she went out there and not only performed a routine that had the owners of the company sitting in awe it was a routine she choreographed herself.

When she was done the two men and one woman that were holding her audition were on their feet clapping.

The first one who had introduced himself as Stephen smiled at her.

"Brittany that was incredible," he said and she smiled, still trying to catch her breath.

"Thank you," she said and the woman whose name was Cathy spoke.

"Yeah that was just brilliant," she said and Brittany nodded and thanked her.

"Was that your own choreography?" The third man, Greg asked her and she nodded again.

"Yes sir," she said and again they all clapped.

"How long have you been dancing professionally?" Cathy asked her.

"Six months," Brittany answered and they all gasped.

"You're kidding," Stephen said and she shook her head.

"Well I think we're all in agreement here," Greg said to her. "Let's talk about the kind of work you will be doing for us." Brittany beamed.

"Wait… you mean I got the job?" Stephen laughed.

"Yes that is what he meant," she squealed and jumped up and down.

"I mean are you sure because I only have six months experience and," Stephen laughed again which stopped Brittany from talking anymore.

"Are you trying to talk us out of it?"

"No I mean," she began with a nervous giggle. "I guess I'm just surprised. The dance company I just left only had me as an intern and wouldn't hire me full time which is why I left… so I guess I wasn't expecting you to say yes."

"Well from what we can see you are far more talented than they gave you credit for," Cathy told her and Brittany beamed. "So their loss is our gain; right," Brittany smiled wider. "It is right?"

"Oh my god yes!" Brittany shouted and then quieted down. "Yes, yes a million times." Stephen laughed again.

"I like your enthusiasm kid," he said and got to his feet. He held out his hand and Brittany gladly shook it. "Welcome to Parsons Dance Company," he pulled out a chair for her to sit and she did. "Now let's talk about your salary and benefits shall we," Brittany nodded and tried to stay professional; as they talked about the shit ton of money she would be making not to mention the decent hours with adequate days off and she tried to control the kid inside of her but this was literally her dream come true.

Well this and Santana.

She couldn't wait to tell Santana.

/

Santana was worried. Their date the other night was wonderful but she was really starting to worry about Brittany and herself.

If she didn't fucking hear from NYU soon she was going to go there and find the admissions department and get answers the way Santana does best.

But then she saw it; right there on her bed.

Her roommate must have gotten the mail because there on her bed was an envelope with NYU on the front.

She was nervous.

She paced back and forth across her floor several times before she finally grabbed the letter and tore into it.

The squeal that came out of her when she saw that she had gotten in sounded a bit like one of Rachel Berry's but she didn't give a fuck.

She grabbed her phone and dialed Brittany's number.

"Hello," Brittany said and Santana nearly squealed again.

"I got it… I got in to NYU for next fall," she said quickly and heard Brittany cheering for her.

"Oh San; that makes me so happy baby… I'm so proud of you."

"Yeah me too," she said with a happy grin spread across her mouth and then she remembered that Brittany had her audition today and the fact that she hadn't called her couldn't be good.

"Oh babe I'm sorry," Santana told her.

"What for?"

"Well here I am all happy and shit and I didn't even take into account that you had your audition today," Santana's voice sounded so sad and Brittany tried her hardest not to giggle as she went on with that sullen tone. "So I'm guessing it didn't go well," she wondered but before Brittany could speak she did again. "Ya know what fuck them Britt you'll find something better and-"

"What makes you think it didn't go well," Brittany said with that teasing tone that had Santana equally confused and turned on.

"Wait did it?" She heard Brittany giggle. "I'm confused, why are you laughing?" Just then a knock sounded on Santana's door. "Fuck off I'm talking to my girl," she yelled at the closed door and heard Brittany giggling again.

"What is so funny?"

"Open the door San," she husked and Santana's eyes bulged out. She turned and opened the door to see her beautiful and sexy and very happy girlfriends standing before her. She dropped her phone.

"You're here," she whispered as her mouth fell open again.

"I'm here," Brittany put her phone away. "And you're looking at the newest professional dancer working full time for Parsons Dance Company.

Santana let out another Rachel squeal and pulled Brittany into the room and then kissed her passionately. When the kiss broke she stared into those amazing blue eyes.

"I'm so fucking proud of you Britt," she husked and Brittany nodded as she started to undo the buttons on Santana' shirt.

"I'm proud of you too," she berathed out as Santana shoved her against the door. "I mean in a few short months you're going to be in New York with me and mmm," Brittany moaned and Santana's panties were ruined.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too," Brittany said with lust in her eyes. "But are you going to keep talking or are you going to congratulate me properly?" Lust flashed in Santana's eyes as she pulled Brittany's pants and panties off in one motion, dropped to her knees, flipped Brittany's leg over her shoulder and then she did in fact congratulate her properly.

And Brittany loved every fucking second of it.

Rachel was lying naked in her bed. She knew Brittany had gone to visit Santana this weekend and this was one of the weekends that she and Quinn didn't visit but they always found other ways to see each other and tonight was no exception.

When the Skype call came through she smirked before opening it.

Quinn gasped at the sight before her and then smiled.

"Rachel Berry you naughty girl," she said as she saw her naked girlfriend spread out for her. "What if Sawyer was here?"

"I took a chance and judging by the fact that you're not freaking out I'm assuming you're alone."

"Yup for the night… Sawyer is staying with Paige," she saw Rachel's eyes twinkle at that. "So tell me why are you naked and spread for me? Not that I mind one bit."

"Because I want to congratulate you on getting the role in your play," she husked. "And I want to do that by fucking myself for your enjoyment," Quinn soaked through her panties at that.

"Mm, that sounds perfect babe… but um… but what about you? I mean it's not every day that a girl gets cast in Wicked."

"It's very… very off Broadway Quinn."

"It's still Wicked Rachel," she said and saw Rachel's eyes light up again.

"Good point… so I suggest you get naked and fuck yourself for me," Quinn was already tearing her clothes off. "Mm, I like this idea."

"Me too," Quinn said. She propped her laptop up on the end of her bed and then spread her legs for Rachel to see her soaked center.

"Mm, I want that Quinn," Rachel said.

"Oh this," Quinn dipped two fingers into her hole and then held them up for Rachel to see. She saw the girl writhing on the bed with her own hand buried between her legs. "And what would you do with it?" She teased.

"I'd eat it," Rachel growled. And then moaned when Quinn put those two fingers into her mouth. "Fuck Quinn," she hummed and started to pump her fingers furiously in and out of herself and Quinn stopped what she was doing and just watched.

And listened.

Between the sounds of Rachel fucking herself and the sounds Rachel was moaning as she fucked herself Quinn was already on edge and she had barely touched herself.

"Fuck yourself Quinn," Rachel panted. "I want to come together," Quinn nodded and licked her lips and then she did.

And they did come together.

After coming down from their collective highs both girls pulled the blankets up around them and moved their computers closer.

"Damn babe," Rachel breathed. "That was quick… I feel like Finn."

"I know right," Quinn giggled. "I guess we're even worse horn dogs because we don't get it as often."

"I guess not…but next weekend your ass is mine Fabray," she demanded and Quinn could only smile and nod.

"Everything of mine is yours Berry and not just next weekend but every day for the rest of our lives."

"Quinn you're such a smooth talker I'm getting all hot for you all over again."

"Wanna go again?"

"Mm," Rachel said nodding emphatically. "But this time I want to use toys."

"Fuck Rachel!"

"Exactly Quinn."

A/N 2: The title comes from the song Defying Gravity from Wicked and the Glee Cast.

Up next Rachel, Quinn and Puck visit Beth. Stay tuned…