A/N: Back from FaberryCon where I met some of the most amazing people in this fandom and then authors OMG the authors but as it turns out when I was done fangirling over them they were just normal albeit amazing people with a talent for words and I am blessed to have met them and can now call some of them friends. So if anyone reading this can make it to FaberryCon West I hope to see you there because there is no way I'm missing the chance to meet some of these incredible people again. Enjoy the chapter.

Warning: Mild phone sex

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

Chapter 24: Moved by You

"Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them."

-William Shakespeare; Twelfth Night

/

It was such an amazing Christmas and as usual there were plenty of tears shed as Rachel and Quinn said goodbye at the train station; when their holiday break was over. That was a week ago and Rachel is now sitting in her apartment depressed.

She knew she wasn't going to be able to visit Quinn in New Haven for another few weeks. Normally they would visit each other every two weeks like clockwork but right now they both had so much going on that neither girl could leave; Rachel had play rehearsals every day and Quinn was about to have the same problem.

This was one of the things that had caused them problems earlier in the year and Rachel knew this would happen but unlike then she didn't doubt herself or Quinn.

And unlike then she wasn't going to let her fears win. She would fight anything and everything to be with Quinn forever and she knew that Quinn felt exactly the same way.

She knew she shouldn't have ever doubted what they have; but she also knew she never would again. However until they could see each other again she hoped that they would both be so busy that they wouldn't miss each other too much.

Even though she knew they would.

She also knew the sex would be incredible when they did see each other again. In exactly three weeks and two days.

Luckily she didn't have to focus on missing Quinn too much as she had a very full plate.

She would be performing in the winter concert with Tina; as they had both won slots for their years; as well as Kurt. She would also be having back-to-back rehearsals for her show which was set to open in three weeks.

She was currently sitting on the couch next to Santana. They were commiserating because Brittany was at work and she didn't have any classes or work so she was bored and lonely and they made quite a pair at the moment.

Rachel smiled and looked at her buzzing phone.

"Hello my love."

"Rachel I can't fucking do this," Quinn said into the phone as she paced the floor of her bedroom.

"Of course you can do it… you are brilliant and amazing and talented and beautiful," she heard Santana gagging beside her and Quinn giggle into the phone. She ignored Santana knowing her words had done the trick and Quinn was already relaxing. She knew Quinn was really stressed out because she had to turn in the final draft of the play to Professor Tate and Professor Avery and she was really freaking out about it.

Rachel had been prepared to get a call from Quinn at some point in the day; so of course she was extremely happy with herself that she had gotten the girl to laugh.

"What does me being beautiful have to do with my writing?"

"Oh nothing," Rachel said grinning from ear to ear. "It's just a fact and you know I like to spout facts every now and then."

"You're nuts."

"Maybe, but it made you laugh and I gotta tell you Quinn… you laughing is one of my favorite things ever." She heard Santana gagging again and she waved her hand at her. At the prompting Santana got to her feet and went into the kitchen to give them some privacy.

"Is it now?" Quinn wondered. Rachel could tell by her tone that her eyebrow was definitely arched.

"Yup… just like Broadway, Barbra Streisand, and your ass," Quinn laughed again.

"Oh just my ass?"

"No… your everything actually."

"Thank you baby," Quinn was wearing her stupid Rachel Berry grin but then her nerves settled in her stomach again and she remembered why she called to begin with. ""But I suck, and what if the story is no good, and what if they hate it, and-"

"They're not going to hate it Quinn," she cut her off and heard an exasperated sigh on the other end of the line. "They're going to love it because you are so good with the words Quinn."

"You haven't even read it babe."

"No but… I have read parts of it and I know the story you wanted to tell. I have also read plenty of things you have written. In fact I have four journals full of some of the most beautiful things you have written including an amazing song that-"

"That Finn ruined by kissing you after singing it."

"No," she said and heard Quinn sigh again. "No, I mean yeah he did that but that isn't what I think of when I read those lyrics."

"No?"

"No."

"What do you think of?" Quinn wondered; she knew her insecurities were coming out at the moment but she didn't care. She knew she could always trust Rachel with everything and her feeling bad about herself was one of them. She also felt bad that she wasn't telling Rachel the whole truth about what was bothering her but she just couldn't.

Not yet.

"I think of how you wrote those words when you had to break both of our hearts because of Russell." The mention of her father's name hit too close to home with her current feelings and she grumbled. Rachel heard Quinn grumble at the sound of her asshole father's name and quickly continued. "I think of how during the time that song was written I didn't know what was going on with you but I knew you had reasons and I knew you still loved me."

"I never stopped," Quinn cut in and Rachel's smile widened.

"I know… and those lyrics proved it. And when I read them I think of how you were so strong for both of us when you proudly stood in front of all our friends and sang it to me… I am still so blown away that you wrote a song for me to begin with… your words move me Quinn. I have always been moved by you. And I know everyone who reads, performs, and watched this play with be just as moved by you."

"God I love you so freaking much Rachel."

"Me too baby," Rachel whispered. "You are fine… the play is fine and you are going to nail the audition for the lead role… in the fucking play that you wrote." She heard Quinn laughing and smiled at that sound. "Damn… you are such a turn on Quinn, and I want you so much right now."

"Well I have time," Quinn said looking at her watch. "Auditions aren't for another few hours so…"

"I wish," Rachel said and for the first time in her life she was angry that she had to go rehearse. "I have rehearsal in like," Rachel also looked at her watch. "Oh shit like forty minutes," she sat up quickly. "Damn, I have to go get ready babe."

"Okay," Rachel could hear her disappointment.

"But later… you, me and a naked Skype session-"

"That's fucking gross Berry," Santana said as she rejoined her on the couch with a pint of ice cream in her hand.

"What do you say?" Rachel ignored her and continued her conversation.

I say a million times yes Rachel," Rachel heard that the disappointment had faded away a bit. "Plus I don't like the idea of getting you all hot and bothered and then knowing you'd be hanging out with St. Cockhead." Rachel giggled.

"Ew, gross Quinn… and even if I was still all hot over you seeing him would instantly cool me off."

"Good answer Rach."

"Well thanks," she chuckled. "But it's completely true."

"I love you and please don't have too much fun without me."

"I never do," Rachel promised.

"Break a leg and blow St. Cockhead away." She heard Rachel laughing. "No… I mean literally."

"I know what you meant Quinn, and I love you too."

"Bye babe."

"Bye Quinn," she hit the call end button and immediately opened a text and sent it.

From Rachel: I'm moved by you, don't forget that. And I'm not the only one xx.

She put her phone away and looked up at Santana with a sad expression. Santana knew that these next few weeks were going to be a bit rough for them and she could most definitely relate. She tilted the ice cream container toward Rachel as an offer.

"Thanks Santana but you know I'm vegan and-"

"Yeah I know… this shit is yours," Rachel arched her eyebrow. "It's fucking gross but we're all out of ours," Rachel smiled when Santana offered her another clean spoon. It warmed her heart to know that even though Santana was still a huge pain in the ass she was very much an amazing friend who could always be counted upon.

"So you two aren't doing so great?"

"No… we are," Rachel told her. "But right now we're both so busy that we won't be able to visit for three weeks when Quinn comes to my show's opening night." Santana nodded and took a bite of ice cream. "I know we'll be fine especially after all the crap we went through earlier in the year because of my stupid doubts," she saw Santana shake her head again. "But right now Quinn is feeling a bit out of sorts because she is doubting her writing and…"

"And what?"

"I don't know… there was something else, something in her tone that… I don't know I feel like she isn't telling me everything."

"Does that piss you off?"

"Not really," Rachel answered honestly. "I know that sometimes it takes Quinn a little while to open up about certain things… I just wish that right now I could be there with her, she opens up to me easier when I'm right in front of her showing her that she'll always have me. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah I know Rachel," Santana said honestly because she did know. Both girls sighed knowing that they were the only two people who knew Quinn inside and out.

"I don't know I just wish… I wish I could be there with her but with twice a day rehearsals I just can't."

"I can," Santana offered and saw Rachel's eyebrows lift. "I mean my classes don't start for another week and I could go see her for you… you know I really do miss her too. When she's here she's usually got her head buried between-"

"Yeah Santana," Rachel cut her off. "That would be lovely… I mean if you won't miss work or Brittany too much."

"Well I always miss Brittany but it's a weekend, we'll survive and as far as work… I'll ask Sofia to cover for me, she owes me for hooking her up with Man Candy." Rachel giggled; it was true; so far Brody and Sofia were doing well and it was the longest relationship she had yet to see Brody in.

"Well thank you Santana," Rachel said and rested her head on the girl's shoulder.

"You're welcome… but don't you have to get to rehearsal with St. Assface?"

"Oh shit!" Rachel squealed hopping to her feet and running off; Santana watched her go and was laughing. She knew that Rachel was putting up a front and that this distance with Quinn; while Quinn was going through whatever the fuck she was going through was weighing on Rachel. She knew Rachel needed some help this weekend as well.

Santana pulled out her own phone and typed out a text of her own.

From Santana: You needs to find a way to be in NY this weekend. Rachel needs her bro.

The reply didn't take very long and when she got it she smiled at the sight.

From Puck: I'll be there.

It was nice to know that even though they weren't all as close as they had once been that they would always be there for each other no matter what.

So fucking what if Santana Lopez loved her friends?

/

As Rachel was changing she heard her phone buzzing and she looked at the screen. She felt butterflies when she saw it was a text from Quinn.

From Quinn: You're the only one that matters Rachel, I love you xx.

She smiled at those words and replied before running out of the house.

From Rachel: I love you right back gorgeous.

"Open the fucking door Q!" Santana screamed as she banged on Quinn's door. "Fucking hell I needs to use the bathroom open the fuck up," she waited another minute.

Well a minute was stretching it.

She waited another second before she started banging on the door again.

"I know you're in there… and I know you're not fucking because the hobbit is in New York! And if you are fucking I'm going to kick your pretty blonde ass. Unless you're fucking yourself and then that's just gross!" Bang, bang. "Quinn!" Bang. "Qui-"

"Shut the hell up Santana you're going to wake up the whole neighborhood," Santana smirked upon seeing Quinn's flushed face.

"It's fucking noon… their asses better already be awake and more importantly why the fuck did it take you so long to answer and why are you red in the face?" She saw the blush on Quinn's cheeks darken. "Oh fuck no you best not have been cheating on Rachel because I'll go all Lima heights," she pushed past Quinn.

"No… I was-"

"Who is she?" Santana stormed into Quinn's bedroom and saw Quinn's laptop open and Rachel's-also- blushing face on the screen. Rachel had her hands over her face but Santana could tell she was blushing. "What the actual fuck?" She looked between the mortified girl on the screen and the equally mortified girl behind her leaning against the door frame and she realized that they had been cyber fucking.

"Ugh that's just fucking gross Q!" She shouted. "I'm going to go get some coffee and you're going to say goodbye to the hobbit and then meet me at the coffee shop," she walked out of the room but stopped at the door and looked back. "And wash the fuck up!" With that Quinn heard footsteps and then the door slammed. Quinn plopped onto the bed and picked up her laptop. She saw her girlfriend trying to hide her amusement at the situation.

"Did you know she was coming here?"

"Yeah," Rachel admitted and saw that Quinn was shocked.

"And you didn't think to maybe warn me about this instead of seducing me," Rachel chuckled at that but couldn't resist the pout on Quinn's face.

She could never resist that pout.

"Well it was my intention to tell you about Santana visiting but when I saw you... and you're gorgeous face and that flushed and sweaty body I just needed you," Quinn was now laughing. It was true; Rachel had called when she was in the middle of her workout and asked her to log onto Skype so she didn't even bother changing she just logged on. But that didn't mean she couldn't tease Rachel.

"Oh so this is my fault?"

"Of course it is Quinn. I wanted to tell you that Santana was visiting you because I couldn't and right now you need someone that loves you there with you to help you through this bout of self-doubt," Quinn smiled at her sweetness. "And since that cannot be me due to our conflicting schedules Santana graciously offered to go see you because she misses you anyway," Quinn smiled at that too. And also was getting turned on because Rachel was being particularly verbose today. "And then I see you with your fucking mouthwatering sexiness and I literally could not help myself… so yes Quinn, it is all your fault."

"Well… I'll gladly take the blame for this one because I was quite enjoying what we were doing before Santana interrupted and would love to finish where we left off."

"Me too, but babe Santana is waiting."

"Yeah but it won't take long," she took her pants back off revealing all of her naked flesh to Rachel and Rachel watched as Quinn slid two fingers back into herself. "Join me," she husked and Rachel quickly did as she was told.

And Quinn was right.

It didn't take long at all.

/

When Quinn finally showed up at the coffee shop; Santana was on her second cup of coffee; and when Quinn joined her at the table she scoffed loudly.

"Well it's about fucking time."

"Sorry, but Rachel and I had to finish up what we were-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up… gross," Santana curled her lip and Quinn looked at her friend with a lazy smile on her face. "You best have washed your hands," she finished and Quinn laughed.

She was so happy that Santana was here; and that she took the time to visit her knowing she really needed her right now.

"Thanks for coming San… I really needed a friend right now."

"Yeah I figured," Santana shrugged. "I could tell by the way you were on the phone with Rachel yesterday."

"Right, about that… Rachel wanted me to tell you thanks again for doing this and also sorry for what you interrupted but she is really happy to know you were going to kick my ass when you thought I was with someone else." Santana smiled warmly.

"Yeah well coming to visit you isn't work… I miss you just as much."

"Me too."

"And as far as what I interrupted that is just…well besides being fucking nasty, it's also something I am unfortunately used to and damn right I would kick your ass. Rachel fucking Berry is the best thing to ever happen to you Fabray and you best never forget it."

"Like I could," Quinn told her honestly and Santana shook her head because she knew.

"So what is this shit about you thinking you're not good enough?"

"I don't know," Quinn shrugged. "It's hard to explain."

"Well figure it out while I get you a cup of coffee. When I get back you're telling me everything," Quinn nodded and Santana got to her feet.

It really was great to have Santana there.

Rachel was getting out of the shower when she heard a rather incessant banging on her own door. She hurried to wrap herself in a towel and ran toward the door. It was then that she stopped in her tracks and remembered that she lived in New York City and was currently alone and naked underneath a towel; but then again would a would be attacker be knocking annoyingly on the door? Her internal ramble was cut short when the banging started again.

"Who's there?" She asked tentatively.

"It's Puck, Rachel… come on open up," she called and she smiled brightly before pulling the door open. When he saw her standing before him wearing only a towel and a smile; he groaned internally.

He loved Sawyer with everything inside of him but he was still a dude. A dude with a half-naked hot chick- who he may or may not have once been kind of in love with- standing in front of him wearing nothing but a towel.

A towel.

A fucking towel.

"Seriously Rach," he said and she looked at him with confusion on her face and her eyebrow arched. Which was obviously adorable.

"What?"

"Look I know I have grown up and all and I love Sawyer so I'm the hands off type of guy… but I'm still a dude and you're still hot as fuck Rachel Berry so do you think you could do me a solid and go put some fucking clothes on?" She blushed bright and looked down at herself and the embarrassment washed over her.

"Shit… sorry Noah," she waved him in and he smirked. "Come in and make yourself at home… I'll- I'll be right back," with that she scurried into her room and he kicked the door closed behind him. He put his back pack and his guitar on the floor near the couch and flicked the television on.

He knew Rachel pretty well.

And he knew she had an annoying skincare regimen or some shit that she did after taking a shower; so he knew he'd be waiting a while but he didn't care.

He was just happy to get to spend a weekend with his Jew babe.

He really missed her.

When Santana got back to the table she handed Quinn her coffee and then sat down. She watched Quinn for a few moments; and as her best friend she knew she had made the right decision to visit her this weekend. Something was really bothering her and Santana could tell she was fighting the urge to run the hell away. She knew it wasn't anything with Rachel after what she walked in on earlier so it must be something else and she was going to find out what.

She watched as Quinn's hands fiddled with the cup and then her hair and then the cup again and Santana couldn't take any more of it.

"What's going on with you Quinn?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on Quinn, I know you. I know you better than anyone, except for Berry and we both know that you're… that something is wrong so just spill."

"Okay," she ran her fingers through her hair before continuing. "I don't really know how to explain it. Rachel and I are fine-"

"Clearly," Santana cut in which got Quinn to giggle. "My eyes are still burning from the sight of that display."

"Anyway," Quinn continued. "I don't know I guess I'm in a bit of a rut. I was stressing out about the play. I mean what if it sucks?"

"I'm sure it doesn't suck."

"But what if it does?"

"Look, your professor… actually both of your professor's wouldn't have asked you, or allowed you to write the thing if they didn't think you were actually capable of doing it. You know teachers don't set us up to fail… except for maybe Mr. Schue," Quinn giggled at that. "But I still don't think he ever meant for us to fail… and maybe Coach set us up a few times to fail-"

"A few?" Quinn asked incredulously.

"Yeah well… she is a special exception to the rule. But generally speaking teachers; especially college professors want us to become better, learn more, push ourselves… but they don't do that with the intent for us to fail." Quinn nodded knowing she was right but that didn't help the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she wasn't good enough.

That she'd never be good enough.

"You are great Quinn and I'm not really sure where this self-doubt is coming from because you are normally one of the most annoyingly self-assured people I know… second only to your pain in the ass girlfriend," Quinn giggled again. "But you shouldn't be afraid of your talent Q… you are brave… you are brilliant… and you are amazing."

"Thank you."

"So tell me where is all of this coming from?"

"Where does it usually come from?" Quinn asked and Santana thought about it for a moment and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. Who was the only person to ever make Quinn doubt herself?

Like really doubt herself?

"No fucking way!" Santana shouted and Quinn nodded knowing immediately that she had figured it out. "Russell?"

"Yup," Quinn confirmed with a loud pop of the P.

"What?" Santana was suddenly irate as she sat up in her chair. "When? H-How?" Quinn could tell Santana was losing it; and she talked before she found herself on the next flight to Lima and the Correctional facility.

"H-He um…" Quinn stammered as she fought the tears. "He sent me a letter, I got it yesterday." Santana sat up and covered Quinn's hand with her own.

"Oh Q," she said sadly. "What did he want?"

"He wants me to um… to speak on his behalf at his upcoming trial, this summer."

"No fucking way!" Santana shouted earning a few dirty looks from the other patrons. She sneered at them and looked back at her friend. She was very happy that Quinn was keeping it together as well as she was but Quinn was still letting her father get to her even after all this time. "Are-Are you going to do it?"

"No… I mean… god no," Quinn ran her fingers through her hair again and Santana could tell she was nervous.

"But…" Santana trailed off and waited and Quinn smiled at how well her friend knew her.

"But I don't know… I just hate that one letter from him and I doubt myself again. You know I thought I was passed all of his minds games after that day I confronted him. But here I am falling to pieces because he asked me for a favor." Santana nodded. "You know there is still a part of me- a very small part- but it's there… that wants to help him, that wants to prove to my daddy that I'm still his good and perfect little girl… like how fucked up am I?"

"You're not," Quinn rolled her eyes. "I'm serious dude, like yeah Russell sucks ball sack," Quinn giggled. "I mean he is just a really bad guy but he is still the only father you've got… and I get what you're feeling. But Quinn what you need to remember," Santana saw her retreating again and she tugged her hand so that Quinn's eyes were back on hers and she knew she was listening. "What you always have to remember is that those things that you feel like you have to do to prove your worth to him…those feelings are bullshit, they were his way of controlling you," Quinn nodded again. "That is his shit and not yours. You are fucking great the way you are… Quinn don't be afraid of your greatness," Quinn chuckled.

"Thanks… and I know you're right," she said quietly. "I know on a conscious level but sometimes all that loathing seeps back into my subconscious and I can't escape."

"Yeah I get that… have you um… have you told Rachel about this yet?"

"No," Quinn admitted. "And she's probably going to be pissed that I told you first but it… I mean I got the letter yesterday and I don't know… I just don't know how to tell her."

"Well you have to tell her soon, but I don't think she'll be mad that you told me first I mean… I'm here and she knows that you lean on me sometimes too," Quinn nodded. "She might be a tad bit hurt, but she'll be happier that you're not holding this shit in or running away like usual… and as far as the hurt feelings you'll just use your Quinn Fabray charm on her and her panties will drop," Quinn giggled and Santana gagged. "Ugh yup… just grossed myself out." Quinn's giggle turned into a full blown laugh and as Santana watched her friend laughing she knew she would be okay.

"Thank you Santana… for coming and for everything," Santana waved her off.

"Come on don't get sappy on me now Q," Santana smiled at her and they shared a moment. A moment where they both had their hearts on their sleeves and knew they had the kind of friendship that lasts forever.

And they were both grateful for it.

And they were both moved by it.

"Okay, okay," Santana wiped a tear out of her eye; but she would go to her grave saying it was an eyelash if Quinn ever called her out on it.

And of course Quinn never would.

"Enough of this sappy girly shit," she finished her coffee and grabbed her purse. "And enough of Russell fucking Fabray making you feel like shit about yourself. We're going to do something crazy, something fun, and this time it's actually legal for us to do," Santana got to her feet and Quinn followed suit, grabbing her jacket.

"Okay what are we doing?"

"What did we do the last time life got too heavy for us?" Quinn thought back to her days in the wheelchair.

"We learned to walk again?" She raised her eyebrow and Santana bit back a chuckle.

"No, not that time… the time before that?" Quinn shrugged not knowing what she was referring to. Santana shook her head with a frustrated sigh and grabbed Quinn's arm. "Come on Q… I'm buying you a tattoo," she said nearly dragging Quinn out of the coffee shop.

And all Quinn could think about was that now there would be two things Rachel would be mad at her for.

When Rachel finally joined Puck in the living room he had his guitar on his lap and was quietly strumming as he worked on a song he was trying to write.

"That sounds nice… what is it?" She asked as she joined him on the couch.

"Oh that's just a song I've been working on," he put his guitar down and looked over at his bro. "It's nowhere near finished yet."

"Does it have a title?" She leaned her arm on the back of the couch and rested her cheek against her hand.

"Not yet."

"Well what's it about?"

"Love… and stuff," she laughed and saw that he was blushing. She was so happy for Noah and so grateful that he had found the woman he had always been looking for.

"So you and Sawyer are doing well then?"

"We're great Rach."

"Where is she right now?"

"Well she had to go to this family thingy and she asked if I wanted to tag along but I told her that my Jew babe really needed me this weekend," he saw Rachel's eyes widen in confusion. "And she agreed. She knows how important you are to me… so tell me Rach, what is going on with you and Quinn?"

"Nothing… we're- we're fine," she stammered.

"Then why did Santana text me yesterday telling me that you needed me?" Rachel narrowed her eyes. She was going to kill Santana; but at the same time she appreciated the effort the girl made.

"Look, it's not like a really big deal. Quinn and I are fine, we're just having a bit of a hard time because we're both so busy right now that we can't visit each other like we normally do. I just miss her that's all."

"Is that really all?"

"Well mostly," she took a deep breath and ran her hands through her hair. "She's dealing with something right now and I don't know what it is." She could tell he was confused so she elaborated. "She's feeling really self-conscious right now about her writing, but I know her Noah… and there is something more there, something she isn't telling me and I just wish that I could go to New Haven and find out what it is… but with two a day rehearsals for the play I can't right now… which is why Santana is there," he nodded. "I'm glad Quinn will have her best friend but it's slowly driving me insane." Rachel picked up his guitar and started awkwardly strumming. He laughed at how badly she was playing and smirked.

Rachel Berry was bad at something music related.

He would have to fix this straight away.

"Maybe you just need to do something to take your mind off of it… at least for right now."

"Like what?" She wondered curiously.

"Like this," he motioned to his guitar. "I couldn't help but notice that you kind of suck at it," she grumbled, narrowed her eyes, and he giggled. "So how about I teach you how to play a song that you can serenade Quinn with when you guys finally see each other," he saw her pout turn into a wide smile. "Come on it'll turn her on like crazy and you know it," Rachel arched her eyebrow because she knew he was right.

"That is perfect Noah, you're a genius." She leaned over and kissed his cheek before getting to her feet. "And I have the perfect song."

"Of course you do," he teased before she ran off to get her sheet music.

Santana was laughing as Quinn was wincing in pain each time the tattoo needle touched her flesh. She had already gotten hers done. It was a rainbow heart with the letter B in the center of it; and it was on her right wrist for the entire world to see.

"Shut the fuck up Santana!" Quinn shouted. "I can't believe I let you drag me here and do this."

"Oh please you fucking love it."

"Yeah but… it hurts," she whined. "I don't know how Rachel got this done in this spot," Santana looked over at the artist who was currently shading in the star tattoo with the color gold on Quinn's lower stomach just below her panty line. She secretly thought it was cute that she was getting a gold star tattoo in the first place but she was also getting it in the exact same spot that Rachel got hers in back in junior year.

Now they had matching tattoos just like she and Brittany did.

Fucking copycats.

"Dude, you got one on your ribs… I would think that would hurt more."

"It did hurt… but it was four letters and one color, no shading or coloring… what the fuck was I thinking?" she said and winced when the tattoo artist started again.

"You were thinking that you wanted to be lame and get a fucking gold star… because your gold star girlfriend has one… and you're a fucking copycat," Quinn shot her icy head bitch glare in Santana's direction and Santana was smart enough to take a step back. She sat in a chair and enjoyed the sounds of Quinn's grunting and groaning and the ever so lovely sound of the tattoo gun buzzing.

About an hour later the girls were cuddled on Quinn's couch surrounded by a pizza and a twelve pack of beer. Santana had put a movie into the DVD player and re-joined Quinn on the couch.

"I can't believe I got another tattoo, Rachel is going to kill me when she sees this," she looked down at her still painful tattoo with a lazy smile on her face.

"No she's not… she's going to fuck you, and you know it," Santana shouted. Quinn could only smile because she knew Santana was right. Rachel might be mad that she got a tattoo without her but she was absolutely going to love what she got.

And she suddenly couldn't wait for Rachel to see it.

Thinking about Rachel made her want to talk to Rachel. She pulled out her phone and tapped out a text.

From Quinn: I love you Rachel Berry xx

It was only a few moments when she got a response.

From Rachel: Well I love you right back Quinn Fabray, I take it you are feeling better.

From Quinn: A little. I'm glad Santana is here she is helping… but I miss you.

From Rachel: I miss you too but I'm glad you're feeling better. Noah is here and he is helping me with a surprise for you.

From Quinn: Ooh a surprise, I can't wait and I know I will love it. And I promise Rach that when I see you I will tell you everything that is going on with me okay?

From Rachel: I know you'll tell me and I'm glad you have Santana to lean on right now. Even though I might be a bit jealous.

From Quinn: You have nothing to be jealous of. Santana is a great friend but she pales by comparison to you… and I may have a bit of a surprise for you too ;)

"Fuck off Q, pay attention to me," Santana whined and Quinn laughed as her phone beeped and she opened the text.

From Rachel: Quinn I hate surprises.

From Quinn: I know :) But you won't hate this one. I gotta go though babe Santana is whining.

From Rachel: Okay I'll be patient then. And I know Noah is yelling at me right now too. I love you and I'll talk to you later.

From Quinn: I love you too.

"Fuck off Quinn!" Santana shouted again and Quinn arched her eyebrow.

"One more text and then I'm all yours," she said and opened a new text but to a different person this time. She typed out a quick text and then tucked her phone away and looked at her annoyed friend. "Okay let's get drunk then," Quinn said and grabbed two beers handing one to Santana who was finally smiling.

As they got comfortable and watched the movie Quinn looked over at Santana.

"Thanks for coming this weekend San… it means a lot."

"You're welcome Q."

Rachel put her phone away and picked up Puck's guitar.

"Sorry about that Noah… but Quinn comes first," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now let's get back to the lesson."

"Damn you're worse than Mr. Schue… maybe you should've taught glee club," he chuckled and then his phone beeped and he pulled it out. She rolled her eyes assuming it was Sawyer but she couldn't get mad since she had just spent quite a while with Quinn.

"It's from Quinn," he said more surprised than anything. He opened the text and then laughed.

"What? What'd she say?" He showed her his phone and she let out a giggle because of her amazing girlfriend's antics.

From Quinn: If you continue to yell at my baby I swear Puckerman you will be sorry.

"God I love her," Rachel hummed.

"I know you do," he shot her a lazy grin and then tapped the guitar. "But back to work… the song isn't going to learn itself." And Rachel went back to learning the song.

She knew Quinn was going to love it.

She also loved how protective Quinn was and was going to thank her properly over the phone later that night.

And as she and Puck continued to practice she knew she would know this song before the weekend was over. A few seconds later when her phone alarm went off she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Oh fuck… I have to um," she looked up at him. "I have rehearsal soon."

"Okay," he said with a shrug and tried to figure out why that was a problem. "I'll tag along."

"I don't know Noah… it's musical theater and…" she trailed off and he chuckled inwardly over the fact that he secretly loved musical theater.

"Yeah and… I plan on seeing the show Rachel as well as your Broadway debut and as many shows after… that I can possibly see," he watched as her smiled beamed across her face and he loved the fact that he put that smile there. He was very much insanely in love with Sawyer but there would always be a part of his heart that belonged to this girl.

And her girlfriend.

"That's just great Noah but there is another problem."

"What?"

"My co-star in the show, is um… Jesse St. James and," she heard him groan deep in his chest. "And you have to promise not to beat him up."

"I make no promises Rach… I mean if that clown gets too close or looks at you the wrong way, I won't be held responsible for my actions," she smiled again and patted his arm. She loved how protective her friends were over her.

"Well don't worry… he plays my characters brother so-"

"Yes but he's still Arrogant St. James… so I'll tell you what, I promise not to lay a hand on him unless he crosses a line but if he does then all bets are off and I'm giving him the ass beating he deserved in high school."

"Deal," she said with a head nod before running off to get ready. Puck sat back on the couch looking forward to watching his Jew babe light up the stage.

Even if right now it was only rehearsal.

Rachel was settling into bed later that night, she could hear Noah and Brittany chatting quietly but she was exhausted, and more importantly she had a phone date with the love of her life. Once she was settled into bed she dialed Quinn's number. It rang once and she giggled when she heard Quinn.

"Hey sexy," she husked and Rachel could immediately tell she had been drinking.

"Are you drunk?" Rachel wondered.

"No, not at all… well… maybe… a little," she stammered and could hear Rachel giggling. "I-I'm not drunk but I am definitely a bit drunkn-ish," she said with a hiccup.

"I can't believe Santana got you drunk," Rachel shouted with mock anger.

"No, no, no she-she didn't get me drunk we were just hanging out at home with a pizza and some beers and I may have had a few more than I thought I would," Rachel was laughing now. She wasn't really mad and she couldn't pretend to be anymore. "Don't be mad Rach… it was cool. I feel much better now."

"I'm not mad babe, I was just teasing. And I am very glad to hear that you are feeling better," Rachel promised and Quinn felt her heart swell.

And then she felt arousal shooting through her; she wished Rachel was with her. She slipped her hand into her panties, over her wet sex, and let out a moan that Rachel definitely heard.

"Baby are you moaning?"

"Yeah I uh… mm Rachel I'm so wet for you," she teased and Rachel was instantly wet herself. There was no greater sound in the world than Quinn moaning.

It was close to the sound of Quinn laughing and they were Rachel's two favorite sounds.

"Are-Are you touching yourself?" She heard Quinn moan again.

"Yessss," she hissed. "I'm fucking myself babe and god how I wish it was you doing it," Quinn panted as she pumped a finger inside herself. Rachel let out a moan at the vision and pushed her hand into her own panties.

"Okay Quinn… I'm going to tell you what to do and you're going to pretend it's me doing it okay?"

"Fuck yes Rachel," Quinn moaned loudly. "Take me… move me… love me," she was breathing heavier and Rachel wished she was in New Haven even more now than she did before.

"Fuck this is so hot… I want you so badly."

"Have me… you just have to use your imagination a bit," Quinn teased. "And I know you have a very vivid imagination Rachel. I'm so wet for you… I'm aching for you and I want you to tell me everything that you would be doing if this was you so that I can come for you."

"Oh fuck Quinn!" Rachel started to pump her hand furiously inside herself imagining Quinn naked and waiting for her instructions.

And she didn't want to disappoint her girl.

So she used her imagination and told Quinn exactly how to make herself come.

And Quinn did.

It was glorious.

Afterward they cuddled together on the phone until sleep took them both while they listened to the gentle sound of the other's breathing.

It was as good as it could be while they were 83.3 miles away from each other.

But really just a heartbeat away.

A/N 2: The title of the chapter comes from the song Everything by Lifehouse