A/N: Warning: Lots of sexy times.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, anything mentioned, any songs, quotes, or books used.
Chapter 25: When You Came to Me
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something
else is the greatest accomplishment."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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It was the longest three weeks ever but Rachel was finally standing in the train station waiting for Quinn's train to arrive. She was positively thrumming with excitement and arousal. She needed Quinn and she needed her now. Noah had let her borrow his spare guitar so that she could continue to practice the song she wanted to sing for Quinn and she had the perfect date planned.
When the announcer called the arrival of the train from New Haven she started to bounce on the balls of her feet. When she locked eyes with Quinn's as she got off the train she knew they would never wait this long to see each other again; no matter what. She ran into Quinn's arms and nearly tackled her in a hug.
Quinn hugged her tight and was so very glad to have her baby back in her arms where she belonged. It was too fucking long. Three weeks was too long.
"I really missed you," Rachel said with a heavy breath before she kissed Quinn. Quinn pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Quinn pushed her tongue into Rachel's mouth and felt the girl moan. She knew things were getting heated- very quickly- and at this rate she was going to drag Rachel into the bathroom and fuck her against the wall.
Or Rachel would do the dragging; but either way she knew she didn't want Rachel to see her tattoo for the first time in a train station bathroom; she worked her ass off in the last three weeks of Skype sex to not reveal it to Rachel and she would be dammed if it was going to happen in a public restroom; and also she wanted to talk to Rachel about Russell first so she reluctantly pulled away from those incredible lips and took a step back. She heard Rachel groan at the loss and she smiled at her adorable girlfriend.
"Quinn," she stomped her foot. "I want more."
"And you'll get more baby… but I-I really want to talk to you about things," she hung her head briefly and when she looked back up she saw understanding in Rachel's lust filled eyes. "B-Before we get swept up in touching and loving each other."
"Okay," Rachel said with a disappointed but understanding expression. "It's nothing bad is it?"
"Not bad, just…" she trailed off and bit her lip. "Can we please talk about this at home?" Rachel nodded again and pushed her desire aside. Something big had obviously been bothering Quinn and right now she wanted to finally talk about it… so sex would wait.
Everything would wait.
She couldn't help but be nervous though… about what this news was. She had only ever seen Quinn like this a handful of times and she hated it; and suddenly the most important thing in the world to her was knowing what Quinn had to tell her.
"Okay babe… let's go," Rachel pulled her by the hand and dragged her toward the exit. "But after we talk I plan on not letting you out of my bed for the rest of the night."
"Mm, sounds like heaven Rach."
"Oh it will be," Rachel promised. Once they were outside Rachel hailed a taxi and Quinn thought it was the sexiest thing in the world. When Rachel opened the door and looked at her she could see the desire in Quinn's eyes.
"W-What?"
"Nothing it's just, that was just really fucking hot," Quinn got into the car and Rachel followed. She told the driver the address and then looked back at Quinn.
"What was?"
"You hailing this taxi… it's like you were born to be a New Yorker," there was adoration on her tone and Rachel giggled.
"Naturally," Rachel replied in her arrogant tone but she couldn't keep the giddiness out of her voice.
Santana was lying on her bed watching as Brittany crawled over her.
"Have I told you that I am in love with you Santana?" Santana laughed at the question because obviously she had. Brittany pressed a kiss to Santana's pelvic bone and felt her girl arch into her lips. She knew Santana was trying very hard not to buck her hips into her face. She could tell that Santana was already on edge from her teasing and they had only just begun. She pressed another kiss to her abs, and moved higher.
"Britt I-" she reached for Brittany but stopped when Brittany grasped her wrists and held them to the bed. She then pressed another kiss to Santana's right breast, looked up into her near black eyes, and smiled.
"Have I told you that I love your boobs Santana," she swirled her tongue around the nipple before sucking into her mouth.
"F-Fuck!" Santana moaned and then grumbled when Brittany pulled her lips away with a pop. She looked down her arms and released the hold she had on her wrists. He eyes finally landed on the brand new tattoo on Santana's right wrist and her smile widened.
"Have I told you how much I love this tattoo?"
"Several times baby," Santana bucked her hips. She was so hot for Brittany and this teasing was driving her absolutely crazy. "You told me when you first saw it, and fucked me against the bedroom door… Oh fuck!" She moaned when she felt Brittany's tongue licking across the tattoo. She nearly lost it when Brittany's darkened blue eyes landed on her and she licked her lips.
"Continue."
"Y-Y-You told me again the next day when you fucked me in the bathroom at Starbucks on my lunch break," Brittany giggled. "And you have told me every day sense. B-But if you don't touch me soon… or- or let me touch you I'm going to do it myself," Brittany moaned at those words.
"Do it then," Brittany released her hands and sat back on her heels.
"W-What?"
"Do it," she said again and Santana's smile widened. She would much rather have Brittany touching her but she also knew Brittany wouldn't be able to hold back for long. She lifted her hand up and ran it over her breasts and she squeezed both of her boobs and pinched the nipples. She let out a loud moan and heard Brittany release a much quieter one.
But she still heard it.
She slid her hands down her body and slipped her right one in between her thighs. She was soaked but seriously who could blame her. Brittany had been naked and teasing her for the better part of an hour now and she was ready to be fucked and fucked hard and if touching herself would get her that then she was going to fuck herself into oblivion and hope that Brittany would join in.
She spread her legs further and watched Brittany's face as she slipped two fingers through her own folds. Brittany's eyes were dark, her lip was pulled between her teeth and Santana knew it wouldn't take much to get the girl to fuck her.
And fuck her hard.
So she pushed those two fingers deep within herself and bowed her back off the bed.
"Oh god fuck Brittany," she moaned and started a brutal pace of pumping into herself. "Oh baby… this is so good. I'm so tight and oh fuck babe I wish these were your fingers. I wish you were making me feel so good," she opened her eyes and watched as Brittany watched her rapidly moving hand and she knew Brittany was about to break.
It happened two pumps later.
"Oh yes Brittany I'm so close," she said and then she felt Brittany yank her hand effectively pulling her fingers out. Santana was a bit frustrated because she had been really close. But when Brittany put her soaked fingers against her lips and sucked them into her mouth. "Oh fuck Brittany," then when Brittany pulled her gleaming fingers out of her mouth she saw that Brittany was now staring at her tattoo again.
Santana was so grateful that she had gotten it.
"Baby this tattoo means so much to me," she hummed.
"Me too," Santana agreed. "It represents love, pride, and Brittany… the three most important things in the world to me," she heard Brittany growl before crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. As Brittany explored her mouth with that amazing tongue she found herself getting more and more worked up; and after all the teasing and fucking herself she was ready to come.
"Mm," she pulled out of the amazing kiss. "Please Britt… please make me come I can't… I can't take it anymore," she begged and without warning Brittany cupped her wet sex and pushed two fingers in. Santana bucked her hips and let out a long drawn out moan. "Oh fuck yeah baby…. fuck me yeah," she nearly screamed. Brittany hovered over her as she continued to fuck her and Santana wrapped her legs around Brittany's waist which pushed Brittany's fingers in deeper. She moaned and stopped pumping.
"Fuck!" Santana screamed. "I was so close."
"I-I'm sorry babe… I just," Brittany took a deep breath. "Fuck you feel so good," she could feel Santana pulsing around her fingers. She started to thrust again and then this time she was using her hips to push her hand in deeper with each stroke. She rubbed her sweaty forehead against her arm and continued to push Santana closer and closer to the edge. Santana's eyes rolled back as she felt her orgasm building. "Look at me," Brittany demanded and Santana- as whipped as ever- opened her eyes and saw adoration staring back at her and that was it. She came long and loud.
"Oh god yes Brittany… oh fuck I love you!" She was bucking her hips as her body shook uncontrollably and Brittany slowed her thrusts but didn't stop as she coaxed her down from her high. When Santana's breathing was under control she pulled Brittany into a heated kiss. That ended when Brittany collapsed against her body.
"Hav- Have," Brittany began but stopped to catch her breath. "Have I told you that I love your tattoo?" Santana chuckled.
"A few times… but please feel free to keep telling me and showing me how much you like it." She heard Brittany laugh at that and moved so that she was hovering over her. Brittany smiled at the sight above her. "Hey."
"Hey baby," Brittany husked at the look in Santana's eye. She was staring at her like she was her next meal and the thought of that had Brittany gushing. Santana kissed her way down Brittany's body and when she settled between her legs Brittany let out a relived sigh. She loved Santana's mouth especially when she was between her legs.
"You were a naughty girl teasing me so much," Santana husked and then ran her tongue along Brittany's inner thigh, stopping just before she reached her hot center. Brittany let out a frustrated groan. "I think it's time I paid you back for that." She moved to the other leg and did the same thing.
"Please don't… I need you baby," Brittany said softly and Santana wanted to tease her. She really did; but there was something about the way Brittany asks a question than Santana was always-and would always- be powerless against.
She was whipped and she didn't care.
But that didn't mean she couldn't still tease her.
"Ask nicely… and use the dirty words."
"Pleas Santana," she begged and heard Santana growl low in her chest and knew she had her right where she wanted her. "Please eat me out," she barely finished the question when she felt that incredible tongue licking at her sex and she used every amount of restraint she had in her to not push Santana's head into her.
She wanted this to last as long as Santana wanted to.
So when she felt that tongue fill her up she rolled her eyes back and let her head fall to the bed. It was going to be a long night of slow torture, she could tell but the way that tongue manipulated her body she couldn't bring herself to be upset by it because she knew she would be having several toe curling orgasms before the night was over.
And she looked forward to them all.
Quinn and Rachel got into the apartment just in time to hear Brittany screaming Santana's name and it didn't help with their already tension filled sexual frustration. They both laughed shyly and Rachel dragged Quinn into her bedroom and shut the door. She was grateful that her room was on the opposite side of the apartment; and even though they could still hear her roommates it wasn't as bad as it could've been.
Rachel leaned against the door and looked at Quinn.
"I'm sorry about them Quinn… I know you want to talk and this won't help, maybe I can put some music on," Quinn nodded and she walked toward her iPod dock and hit shuffle. The low music was enough to drown out the sounds of sex but not too loud that they wouldn't be able to hear each other. Quinn reached into her purse and pulled out a letter. She handed it to Rachel; who took it wearing a confused look.
"What's this?"
"This is why I was upset; this is why I doubted myself. I wanted to run away Rachel," she said as Rachel stepped closer and put her hand on Quinn's shoulder. She could tell that whatever was in that letter had really affected Quinn and she was kind of scared to open it. Quinn's tear filled eyes locked on hers. "I wanted to do what I always do when I get like this but I fought it because you deserve better. You deserve for me to stand up to it and fight and be better... go ahead read it," Rachel nodded and slowly opened the letter.
"Quinn," she said softly.
"Just read it and then we'll talk okay."
"Okay," Rachel nodded and then looked back at the letter and read it. The letter was from the Ohio State Correctional Facility; and as soon as Rachel saw that she felt her stomach turning with dread. Her eyes flitted up to see Quinn's and in that moment she knew that Quinn was in fight or flight mode.
She suddenly understood why Quinn had been acting so off and feeling bad about herself; she understood the reason why she wasn't opening up to her, and she was amazingly proud of the fact that she did run away… that she was still standing there with bated breath watching Rachel.
"Rachel," she whined when she felt the weight of Rachel's stare smothering her.
"I-I'm sorry Quinn, I'm just so proud of you."
"You haven't even read it yet."
"I know but you're here… you're letting me in, willingly without running and I am just so fucking proud of you right now," she gushed and Quinn smiled in spite of herself.
"Well I just might so hurry up and read it," Rachel could feel her starting to pull away so she reached for her hand and squeezed it tight.
"I love you Quinn and you got this," she said before dropping her eyes to the letter and reading it. But she never let go of Quinn's hand. As she read it she felt herself getting angrier and angrier; and she must've been squeezing Quinn's hand a bit as she did so because she soon felt the girl rubbing soothing circles on the top of her hand with her free hand.
Dearest Quinn;
I am aware that you want nothing to do with me and that is your choice as it is my choice to want nothing to do with you and your disgusting lifestyle choice; as well as your choice to degrade the Lord's ways with that disrespectful piece of trash. However, since it was you who got me into this place; it is you who must get me out.
I have a hearing coming up over this summer that will determine whether or not I will be allowed out on parole and I need you to come and speak on my behalf. If you do this for me Quinn I promise I will remain away from you. I will not try to stand in your way of being with that girl nor will I in fact have anything to do with you ever again. I do not wish to see you, hear from you, or speak to you ever again. I just need you to remember where you came from and that without me you would be nothing.
So I look forward to seeing you this summer where you can finally set right all of the wrongs you have done to me since you decided to turn your back on the Lord. You owe this to me Lucy. You owe this to me for the nose job, and the legal name change, you owe this to me for that fat trust fund that is getting you through college, and you owe this to me as penance for first being a trollop and getting yourself knocked up and then turning to a life of filth with those perverts and their equally filthy daughter. You owe me Lucy and you had better give me what I am asking for. In return, I promise I will never ask another thing of you again. You will be dead to me.
Your father;
Russell Fabray
When Rachel looked up at Quinn; she saw tears streaming down Rachel's face. And Quinn instantly regretted showing her the letter.
"Baby… I'm sorry," Quinn cried and stepped closer into Rachel's personal space. "I am so sorry for those things he said… I-I can't I-" her words were cut off by her own sob and she saw Rachel's eyes widen.
"Quinn," she pulled her tighter against herself so that they were pressed against each other. "Baby… I could care less what your father says about me… his opinion never once mattered to me," she saw Quinn exhale a relived sigh and then her own tears starting streaming down her face. "But his opinion did matter to you once and I am so sorry that he is still finding ways to hurt you," Quinn nodded and cried; Rachel held her tighter.
"He… he um," she trailed off sobbing. "He didn't- he doesn't hurt me anymore," she finally said and saw Rachel nod. Rachel knew not to interrupt her now. "The things he said about me didn't bother me; not like they used to… the things he said about you and us pissed me the fuck off," Rachel let out a humorless chuckle but let Quinn continue. "But the thing that upset me the most and had me all fucked up and doubting myself wasn't so much his words… well he did cut a bit deep with the Lucy stuff but it wasn't his words, those I'm used to."
"Then what is it babe?"
"It was the fact that he can still touch me… he still gets to me even after all this time. He will never be out of my life completely, will he?"
"Well that depends."
"Depends on what?" Quinn wondered.
"It depends on if you are going to speak on his behalf or not," Quinn shook her head.
"No I'm not," Rachel let out a relieved sigh. "I'm not going be the reason why he gets out of jail… but what if he does anyway?"
"Well you can prevent that."
"How?"
"He invited you to speak at his trial," Quinn nodded but didn't fully comprehend what she was saying. "The judge doesn't know what you're going to say should you go… no one does, only you do babe."
"Okay," she nodded and pulled her lip between her teeth.
"I'm not telling you what you should do but Russell fucking Fabray's condescending letter told me one thing."
"What's that?"
"You have the power to make or break him… you have the power over him for once Quinn. If I were you I would walk in that courtroom with my head held high and my sexy ass girlfriend on my arm," Quinn giggled at that. " And I would say that there is no way in hell Russell Fabray should be released and then I would proceed to read that letter to the court," Quinn smirked and arched her eyebrow.
"You're a genius baby," Quinn exhaled another relieved sigh.
"Eh, so I've been told," Rachel shrugged and pulled Quinn tighter against herself. "But you need to decide if you can do that. If you can face him again… because if you can't then you should just avoid the whole thing entirely and make love to me instead," Quinn giggled again.
"Yeah but if I don't speak up against him, he may get out."
"He may get out even if you do," she felt Quinn tremble at those words. "And if he does we will take all the actions necessary to keep us all safe from him. But Quinn it's up to you… no pressure from me either way I will support you one thousand percent," she wanted to say more but Quinn seized her lips in a heated kiss that left her whimpering.
"I love you so much Rachel," she said and pressed their foreheads together.
"I love you too."
"This is something that I'm going to need to think about but I just really don't want to think about my father anymore right now."
"Well okay then… but I just want to say one more thing," Rachel pulled back and met those watery eyes. "The way you handled this… even with the pulling away; I am so proud of you Quinn and the strides you have made over the years to stop hiding when you're scared, or sad, or freaking the fuck out."
"I'm sorry Rachel that I didn't open up right away and that I talked to Santana first about this… I just needed to sort it out and-" she stopped talking when she felt Rachel's finger on her lips.
"It doesn't matter that you didn't open up right away because what matters is that you didn't run… you didn't hide," she saw Quinn shake her head. "You didn't do what Quinn Fabray used to do best," Quinn giggled. "You fought it, you wavered a bit, but here you are… letter in hand showing me just how much you have grown and changed and fought that awful upbringing," Quinn kissed her again. "And as far as Santana, that was just circumstance… if I could've been the one there I know I would've been the one you told."
"I promise," Quinn said and pressed their lips together again.
"I'll always be glad that you have Santana babe."
"Yeah me too… although when you find out what Santana did to get my mind off of this you might not feel the same," Rachel's stomach dropped as she immediately thought the worst.
"What did she do? And if it involves touching you in any way other than that of a friend I will show her what Lima Heights is all about," she could see Quinn laughing and that pissed her off even more. "It's not funny Quinn I am umpffff-" their lips crashed together and Quinn was tugging at Rachel's shirt pulling her closer and biting gently on her lip. Rachel opened her mouth and Quinn thrust her tongue inside. It was hot and erotic and leading to all the right places but then Rachel shoved Quinn away and took a deep breath.
"Did she kiss you?"
"No Rachel… of course not, be reasonable. She is just as in love with Brittany as I am with you and you know this," Rachel's breathing calmed down and she nodded because she did know. "I just find it so fucking hot when you're jealous."
"I know," Rachel said with a giggle. "But please Quinn tell me what Santana did to get your mind off of…" she trailed off not wanting to mention Quinn's father again.
"She bought me a tattoo," Quinn answered and Rachel's mouth gaped open. Then it all added up. The reason why Brittany and Santana had been fucking like crazy was because Brittany really liked Santana's new tattoo. Her open mouth closed and a smile formed as curiosity got the better of her.
"What did you get?" She wondered with a quiet growl.
"Mm," Quinn bit her lip. "I'd rather um… show you," she husked and Rachel soaked through her panties. Little did she know just how much more turned on she was about to get.
Quinn's eyes never left her own as Rachel watched her amazing girlfriend's hands slide down her body and stop at the top of her jeans. Her hand hovered over button of her jeans for a moment and the pause worked because it got Rachel to meet her eyes and when she looked up she saw Quinn's bottom lip pulled between her teeth. She winked and her hand went back to work. Rachel's eyes fell back down to her stomach and the now undone jeans. She watched as Quinn pulled her pants and panties down a little with one hand and her shirt up with the other to reveal her brand new tattoo.
And Rachel gasped.
And then she stepped closer.
"Quinn," she said breathy as she reached up to stroke the inked skin with her fingertips. She traced the outline of the gold star that was now permanently on Quinn's body. "Fuck Quinn," she moaned and looked back into her eyes. "You got this for me?" She asked even though the answer was obvious and sucked in a breath when Quinn nodded.
"So you like it?"
"It's so fucking hot Quinn," Rachel growled and grasped Quinn's hips and yanked her closer.
"Yeah well… there is this girl that I'm so fucking in love with; and she is the shiniest star of all, also gold stars are kind of her thing." Rachel giggled at that and Quinn continued. "Her gold stars are a metaphor and metaphors are important."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," Quinn said with a proud nod.
"And what is this a metaphor of?" Rachel was again stroking Quinn's tattooed skin and it was setting Quinn's body on fire.
"Well my girlfriend is going to be a big, big star… very soon actually and this is a metaphor for her, and it's on my body to show her that I believe in her, and I'm always going to be her biggest fan, and I'm always going to be by her side." Rachel's face broke out into one of her famous in love with Quinn Fabray smiles and she may have fallen deeper in love.
"Your girlfriend is a very lucky girl."
"I'm the lucky one," Quinn then sucked in a breath as Rachel claimed her lips. She moaned when Rachel's tongue slid alongside of hers and she felt herself become wetter than she already was when Rachel started to suck on her tongue. "Oh god," Quinn moaned when the kiss broke before she attacked Rachel's lips again and she started backing them up toward the bed. Her hands scratched at the hem of Rachel's shirt. Rachel's own hand pulled at Quinn's shirt. The kiss broke again only for both shirts to be removed and tossed away from them. Quinn's eyes locked on Rachel's briefly as she cupped her cheeks; then she brought their lips together again pushing her tongue deep into Rachel's mouth. She felt the girl moan into is.
"Fuck Quinn… I need you," Rachel breathed out once Quinn's lips left hers and had moved to her neck. She could feel that strong muscle moving around on her neck and then she felt Quinn's teeth and fuck if she didn't love Quinn's teeth. "Oh fuck yes," she yelled. Quinn pulled away and met her eyes again.
"Hey baby," she said sweetly and watched as Rachel's eyes widened and she licked her lips because her mouth had become really dry.
"Hey," Rachel flirted back and tugged on Quinn's belt loops to pull her closer.
"So you like the tattoo then?"
"I fucking love the tattoo Quinn and I fucking love you… but I'm so hot for you right now and I just want to make love to you," Quinn let out a whimper at those words.
"Well you won't see me stopping you," she teased. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra; letting it fall to the floor. Before she could even move again Rachel's hands were palming her breasts and Rachel's thumbs were circling her nipples. She arched into her touch and moaned.
"Fuck Rachel, you're so hot… touch me."
"I am touching you," Rachel teased and squeezed those breasts.
"Touch me everywhere… I want your hands on me and inside me and just fuck," she growled when she saw Rachel's head duck down and pull a hardened nipple into her hot mouth. "Yeah mmm, the mouth too, I just want you all over me Rachel," she finished with another whimper when Rachel bit down gently and then sucked hard.
Rachel smiled smugly into Quinn's flesh when she felt her girlfriend's hands land on her head and tug gently until Rachel released the nipple. Quinn pressed their mouths together and licked at Rachel's tongue and then she returned the earlier favor and sucked it into her mouth. She felt and heard Rachel's pleasured moan and kissed her harder. Then she felt Rachel's hands slide down her body and over her still clothed ass.
In fact she wondered why they both still had any clothes on and decided to solve that problem right away. Her hands also slid down Rachel's body where she yanked the zipper of Rachel's skirt down and pulled out of the amazing kiss.
"Too many clothes," she said with a heavy breath and first pulled off Rachel's skirt and then her panties. Rachel was taking off her bra as Quinn did this and when Quinn stood up straight she was looking at her amazing girlfriend in all of her glory.
She had seen Rachel naked plenty of times but it never failed to take her breath away and it never failed to make her so fucking wet.
"Baby… you're so sexy, I'm so wet for you," Quinn purred and Rachel growled at the thought. She needed to feel that, and smell it, and taste it. She once again yanked Quinn by the belt loops and pushed her jeans down. As she did that she dropped to her knees and was face to face with Quinn's tattoo.
It was breathtaking.
Quinn Fabray had a gold star tattooed on her body.
Rachel leaned forward to press a kiss right against the marked skin and Quinn inhaled deeply; the sound was so fucking erotic. Quinn threaded her fingers through Rachel's hair and she felt that tongue gliding against her hot skin. She wanted…
She needed more.
"Baby," she whined and tugged gently at the hair in her hands. Rachel pressed one more kiss to her gold star and then tucked her fingers into the waist band of Quinn's panties and pulled them down. She could see and smell how turned on Quinn was and she wanted all of it. She was about to dive in when she felt her tugging her hair again. "Rach, come here," she begged and Rachel reluctantly pulled away from that beautiful, glistening treat that was just aching to be licked and sucked.
She got to her feet and was instantly covered in Quinn. Her body was pressed perfectly against her own and their lips collided in a frenzied kiss that quickly slowed down and became passionate. Rachel circled her arms around Quinn's waist and tugged her closer. When she did that Quinn pushed her leg in between Rachel's and felt the girl's wetness against her thighs.
"Fuck Rach," she hummed tightened her thigh and felt Rachel grinding against it. "You're so wet."
"Mm, I'm always wet for you Quinn," she said as Quinn's lips pressed against her neck. She threw her head back and continued to ride that thigh as those incredible lips worked her into a frenzy. "Espec- oh shit- especially after seeing that fucking tattoo."
"I'm glad you like it," Quinn mumbled against her neck and then gasped when she felt Rachel's hands cup her ass and again pull her tighter against herself.
"I love it and I want to look at it some more," she turned toward the bed with her hands still full of Quinn's amazing ass. She lifted Quinn up slightly only to lower her to the bed. Quinn gripped Rachel's shoulders and trusted her to be gentle.
And she was.
Well at least until Quinn was safely on the bed and then she was hovering over Quinn with a wild hunger in her eyes. Quinn's body tingled at the sight of those eyes looking at her like that.
Like she was so fucking important.
When Rachel looked at her like this she knew she was worth it.
Worth Rachel's love and not the person her father believed her to be. In Rachel's eyes she was perfect and that was the greatest feeling in the world.
"Rach," Quinn whined because Rachel had stopped touching her and was instead just looking at her. "Please touch me."
"I will," Rachel promised as her eyes peered over Quinn's incredible body and her flawless skin. "I just- I just want to look at you." Quinn nodded, fought her insecurities, and let Rachel look. She just kept reminding herself that in Rachel's eyes she was everything.
Rachel's eyes left Quinn's face and travelled lower, she licked her lips at the sight of those perky breasts and rock hard nipples; her mouth watered for them but right now she was on a mission, so with a sweet peck to the right stiff nipple she moved lower and then her eyes came in contact with that beautiful tattoo.
Quinn's promise to be hers forever.
She felt her heartbeat quicken and she became a puddle of mush. Her lips hovered over the tattoo and she pressed her lips to it. Quinn moaned and bucked her hips slightly but when Rachel's hands pressed her hips down into the bed as that tongue darted out to lick at her tattoo Quinn growled with want.
"Rachel please… please," she begged as she looked at Rachel's beautiful hair while she worshipped her tattoo and Quinn had never been happier that she had gotten it. Rachel heard her beg and it made her clit throb with excitement. She looked up at Quinn through her eyelashes and smirked.
"Yes Quinn."
"Please baby," Quinn whined and tried again to buck her hips but Rachel's hold was firm.
"Please what?"
"Please do something… anything. I'm aching for you," she begged and Rachel- who was pretty whipped herself- nodded once.
"Fuck Quinn it's so hot how much you want me," she pulled Quinn's trembling thighs apart and could see her desire glistening on her inner thighs. Rachel lowered her head and licked up the left leg and then down the right; completely skipping where Quinn ached for her the most. Quinn bucked her hips and this time Rachel was moving her arms to circle under and around Quinn's magnificent thighs so she was able to. Rachel stuck her tongue out and licked a long stripe through Quinn's wet slit and Quinn groaned loudly. Her head fell back to the bed and her legs were shaking with want. But Rachel had pulled back again. Quinn was about to lose her mind. She looked back up.
"Baby," she whined but at the same time Rachel attached her lips to Quinn's clit and sucked it into her mouth. "Oh god, oh fuck," she put her hand on Rachel's head and pulled her tighter… always closer.
"Mm," Rachel hummed as she released Quinn's clit and started to lick broad strokes.
"Rachel more," she begged. "I need more, please fuck," she was on edge. She could feel it; hell Rachel could feel it."
"What do you want Quinn?" Rachel asked in between licks to Quinn's hot sex.
"I want you up here," Quinn said with a heavy breath and was pulling at Rachel's shoulder. Rachel took one last lick, gathering as much of Quinn's juices on her tongue before she moved up Quinn's body. She pressed their fronts together eliciting another loud moan from the girl writhing under her and then she pressed her lips to Quinn's in a bruising kiss. When Rachel pushed her tongue along Quinn's she felt Quinn moan. Quinn loved to taste herself on Rachel's tongue… the only better taste was Rachel on her tongue. They kissed deeply as Rachel moved her fingers between Quinn's legs and slid her fingers up and down through the wetness.
"Mm, god yes baby… fuck me please," Quinn begged and Rachel obliged. She pushed two fingers in and felt the clenching around her fingers. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the feeling. She knew she would never tire of this woman.
"Quinn fuck… you feel so good."
"So do you," Quinn said with a breathy whisper, Rachel felt her fingers being sucked deeper into Quinn, and she moaned. And then she moaned again when Quinn hand slid between their bodies and then through her own wetness. "Can I fuck you too Rach?"
"Oh fuck," Rachel moaned. There was something so fucking sexy about Quinn's husky tone of voice when she asked the naughty questions. "You don't ever have to- oh baby," she moaned when Quinn filled her up. "Ask." She finished lamely.
"Make love to me Rachel," Quinn purred and Rachel could've come from those words alone. Rachel pressed her lips to Quinn's and started to slowly pump her fingers in and out of Quinn who moaned and followed suit; filling and re-filling Rachel in a slow pace that was quickly building and becoming more frantic and heated.
"Oh fuck Quinn," Rachel mumbled as she pulled out of the kiss and tossed her head back. Quinn's lips quickly found Rachel's neck as her free hand cupped the other side of her neck; holding her in place. "Oh yessss baby," Rachel moaned again. She started moving faster and Quinn did too; and soon they were slipping in and out of each other beautifully, and both girls knew that they were close.
"Baby I," Quinn pulled off of Rachel's neck to look in her eyes but instead she found Rachel's eyes closed tightly. "Rachel look at me I want to see you," Rachel's eyes fluttered open and she lost her breath at the vision below her. Quinn was flushed and panting and staring at her with so much love and desire behind those hazel eyes.
"Wow."
"Wow, what?"
"You are just beautiful Quinn," Rachel said and started to pump harder. She watched as her girlfriend blushed and smiled bashfully under the compliment.
"I love you Rachel," she said and Rachel could see tears in her eyes.
"Baby," Rachel tried but Quinn shook her head and she stopped talking. Neither girl had stopped their hand movements.
"They're happy tears… when I'm with you Rachel, like this or even just on the phone with you I feel so happy, so cherished, and so so loved," Rachel nodded because of course it's all true.
"You are," Rachel said. "I love you and cherish you and I want to be with you until the day I die," Rachel accented her words with a hard thrust and she felt Quinn's walls flutter around her fingers; she knew Quinn was close and so was she… she was ready to come the moment she saw Quinn's tattoo.
"M-Me… oh fuck Rach… me too," Quinn breathed out. "I can't wait for everything with you… I can't wait to marry you," she pushed in harder and Rachel copied the action. "I can't wait for it all."
"Fuck Quinn," Rachel moaned and Quinn felt her walls tighten. "I'm so close babe."
"Me too… finish me Rach," and with that Rachel crashed their lips together and both girls fell over the edge of reason at the same time. It was glorious.
It was perfect.
And it was symmetry.
Rachel's tired body collapsed against Quinn's as they both got their quivering bodies under control. Quinn wrapped her arms and legs around Rachel's waist and held her tight. She just wasn't ready to let her go.
Not just yet.
Once their bodies were calm Rachel lifted herself up on her hands and looked down at Quinn. She could see the tears again and bit her lip.
"Quinn," she was again shushed when Quinn shook her head and released her tight hold on the girl.
"I just… I was going to run and hide again… but I fought it and I opened up to Santana and then again today. When I showed you that letter all I wanted to do was run for the exit and ignore it until the pain went away but I didn't," Rachel shook her head wearing a proud smile. "I stayed because I knew I was safe with you because you always love me the most," Rachel nodded again with a slight giggle. "And the best."
"I do," Rachel pushed herself off of Quinn and sat down on the bed next to her while Quinn pushed herself into a sitting position. "I'm so proud of you Quinn," Quinn shook her head and Rachel cupped her cheek and forced their eyes to meet.
"For what? For almost being a coward again, for letting my father get to me again?"
"No baby," she moved closer. "You think you're so weak but you're not. Yeah so… your father gets to you, he should he's a complete piece of shit but you have always stood up to him and fought against him except for that one time but even then you were protecting my dads," Quinn smiled painfully at the memory and Rachel knew it was her biggest regret which is why she tried to never bring it up. "So sometimes you need a moment to get your thoughts together but you always find a way back, you always find a way to let me in and this time you did it faster than ever before… I am so proud."
"Thanks baby," Quinn said with a wide smile and she took Rachel's hand into her own.
"There's more," Rachel said and Quinn's eyebrow lifted. Rachel smirked because she loved that eyebrow. "Do you remember me saying I had a surprise for you too," Quinn nodded. "Well while Santana was visiting you… Noah came to visit me at Santana's persistence." They both smiled at just how much Santana loved them. "And let's just say that Noah taught me something," she teased and Quinn's eyebrow arched again, but this time it was of the HBIC variety.
"Oh god, I don't like the sound of that babe… please tell me that there was no nakedness involved," Rachel gagged.
"Gross Quinn… ew no nakedness."
"Thank god."
"Not then and not with Noah… but now is a different story," Rachel got up off the bed and walked across the room. And of course Quinn watched her go, because she was hot and naked and Quinn was allowed to watch.
Sometimes she loved her life.
When Rachel picked up a guitar and walked back Quinn was confused. Rachel sat back on the edge of the bed and held the guitar in front of her. "Noah was gracious enough to let me borrow his guitar this weekend after he taught me how to play," Quinn's smile widened.
"You learned to play guitar just to sing to me?"
"Yes," Rachel nodded. "I wanted to do something special because even though I didn't know it then I knew something big had happened… something big enough for you to need time to process so I asked Noah to teach me how to play this song because Quinn this song is perfect. You are fearless," Quinn scoffed. "No I'm serious you may think you're not but when you came to me back in sophomore year to tell me you were pregnant you blew me away with your ability to take what life gives you and turn it into something spectacular and then you did it again when we came out, you held my hand and showed me that I didn't have to be afraid, and then you did it again after your accident. You constantly prove that Quinn Fabray is fearless. You are fearless and because of you I'm fearless too," Quinn smiled and reached for Rachel's hand. "I love you Quinn and together I'm not afraid of anything life hands us."
"I love you too," Quinn squeaked as she fought tears. Rachel pulled her hand away and started strumming the guitar. It was a song Quinn knew already even without Rachel's hints.
There's something bout the way
The street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement
You walk me to the car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot, yeah
Oh yeah
We're drivin' down the road
I wonder if you know
I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool
Run your hands through your hair
Absent mindedly makin' me want you
Quinn was giggling as Rachel continued.
And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless.
So baby drive slow 'til we run out of road
In this one horse town I wanna stay right here
In this passenger seat you put your eyes on me
In this moment now capture it, remember it
Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless
Oh Oh
Quinn was all smiles as Rachel sang to her and she just fell that much more in love.
Well you stood there with me in the doorway
My hands shake I'm not usually this way but
You pull me in and I'm a little more brave
It's a first kiss, it's flawless, really something,
It's fearless
Oh yeah
Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless
Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless
Oh oh, oh yeah
When the song was over Quinn cupped the back of Rachel's head and pulled her into a fierce kiss and the only thing between them was Puck's guitar as both of their bodies were pressed against it. When the kiss ended Quinn looked at Rachel's dazed expression and chuckled.
"So you liked the song then?"
"Loved," Quinn replied and pulled the guitar away from Rachel and placed it gently on the floor. "And I also love the fact that you serenaded me while naked."
"Yeah," she said with an embarrassed giggle. "I thought you'd like that."
"I did and now," she pulled Rachel's hand until she was fully on the bed and then Quinn pushed her back until she was in a sitting position. "And now I'm going to thank you properly," Quinn said and circled Rachel's thighs and pulled until she was flat on her back and spread wide open for her. Rachel watched as Quinn lowered her face in between her legs.
"Quinn," she said and Quinn's eyes landed on hers. "I just… I just love you."
"Mm, and I love you," she lowered her face and licked a line through Rachel's soaked folds. "And I love how you taste," she husked before pulling Rachel's clit into her mouth. Rachel fell back to the bed and her eyes rolled back as Quinn brought her to ecstasy over and over.
And over again.
After their amazing sex they attended Mike's show where they watched their old friend light up the stage; even as a background dancer he was clearly the most brilliant in the show. They went out and had a few drinks but saved the party for the following night after they watched Rachel's debut in her very first off-Broadway production.
Quinn was watching her pace backstage and as she watched she was once again blown away by her girlfriend. When Rachel finally noticed her standing there all of her worrying seemed to vanish.
"Fearless right?" Quinn asked as she stepped closer and revealed a bouquet of gardenias from behind her back. Rachel melted at the gesture and pulled Quinn in for a sweet kiss.
"It's so nice to know that some things never change."
"Well, they are kind of our thing… just like gold stars are yours," Rachel smirked and ran her finger down Quinn's stomach stopping near her tattoo.
"Gold stars are kind of our thing now too," Rachel said with a dreamy tone to her voice.
"Well they're your thing and you're my thing."
"You bet your sweet ass I am," Rachel teased with a wink. "But you need to get out of here because I need to get ready and you being here is making me want to rip your clothes off."
"You can rip my clothes off later I promise."
"I'm holding you to that," Rachel said and smiled as Quinn kissed her temple.
"Now go out there and kick some ass," Rachel giggled. "Preferably Jesse's," and Rachel laughed harder.
"No my love, I save that for you… I save everything for you," she pressed her lips to Quinn more firmly.
"Mm," Quinn deepened the kiss and pushed her tongue into Rachel's mouth for a moment of pure bliss. It lasted only a moment because Rachel shoved her off.
"Go," She pointed to the stage exit. "You're distracting me and I'd hate to tear that pretty dress in half… I mean at least not in front of a theater full of people."
"A theater full of people all waiting to see the shiniest star of all… my star. When you came to me Rachel you saved me… and you still save me and I am so fucking proud of you."
"I love you Quinn," she pulled her into another heated kiss and when it broke she stared dazed for a moment and then she shook her head. "Thank you so much Quinn really but please leave because you are about to lose your clothes… I'm serious now." Quinn giggled at her dramatics.
"I'll see you after the show where I plan on dirty dancing with you all night long," Rachel moaned. "But until the break a leg and I'll be the one clapping the loudest."
"Mm," Rachel hummed at those familiar words and then took a moment to watch Quinn's ass as the girl made her way toward the seats.
And then Quinn watched with love and pride as Rachel once again proved that she belonged on stage.
And at the party she made good on her promise as she and Rachel stood in the middle of the dance floor grinding against each other to the beat of the music. As each person came over to congratulate Rachel they were left feeling awkward because Quinn didn't stop her inappropriate touching one bit.
And she also didn't give one fuck.
"Nice job Berry," Cassie said and Rachel looked over at her teacher with a grin.
"You saw," she squealed. "I'm touched."
"Oh shut it Rachel," Cassie told her and then looked at Quinn who was dancing against Rachel with no shame. "Fuck Quinn must you continue to rub on her?"
"She likes it… I can't say the same for this boring ass conversation," Rachel giggled as Quinn took a sip out of her drink.
"Sorry Miss July she tends to get a little frisky when drunk."
"It's cool… at least she's not crying."
"Oh shut up bottle blonde you don't know me," Santana cried from the couch beside them. They all laughed and then Cassie met Rachel's eyes.
"But seriously Rachel… you were great."
"Thank you Cassie that means a lot, especially from you," Cassie nodded once.
"Now let's see if you can handle the real thing when Broadway comes calling."
"And you think they will?"
"Of course they will," Cassie winked and then she walked away.
"Did that bitch just wink at you?" Quinn asked getting defensive but Rachel shushed her with a kiss.
About an hour later Rachel was talking with Tina on the other side of the room and Quinn was sitting on the couch watching them. She felt the seat beside her move and she looked over to see Mike sitting next to her.
"Oh hey Mike," she greeted and he smiled. He knew she was drunk but he missed Quinn. They had gotten close during their battle for valedictorian and he really did miss her.
"Hey Quinn how are you?"
"I'm wonderful… Rachel loves me," Quinn said proudly.
"She always has," Mike replied.
"Yeah," Quinn said in a sugary tone and her mind wandered off for a moment and then she remembered that Mike was celebrating too. "And you… god Mike you were amazing last night," he blushed.
"Thanks I mean I'm no Rachel Berry," he said and she nodded.
"No but you are just amazing in your own Mike way that makes you just as special," he smiled and nodded once. "And plus if you were Rachel I would probably be all over you right now and that would be awkward for our friendship." He laughed loudly and draped his arm across Quinn's shoulder.
"I really miss you Quinn."
"I miss you too Mike… one more year and I'll be right here with you guys annoying the hell out of you."
"You have never once annoyed me Quinn," he promised and she dropped her head onto his shoulder as they both watched their woman taking animatedly.
But they were just as surprised as everyone else when a loud slap was heard a while later and saw Tina shaking her hand and Jesse clutching his cheek. Both Quinn and Mike's eyes bulged out and they looked at each other.
Of all the people at this party that might have slapped Jesse; Quinn being on the top of the list no one thought that it would be Tina to have actually done it. They were both on their feet in a manner of seconds and right next to their ladies.
"Tina," Mike said with concern and cradled her hand. "What happened?" Rachel smiled as she felt Quinn's body press against hers and Quinn's arms drape protectively… and maybe a bit possessively around her.
"Oh I'm fine… St. Dickhead was just going on and on about Rachel's boobs and I had heard enough."
"What?" Quinn asked with fire in her eyes and she advanced on Jesse who backed away.
"No, no Quinn it's not what you think I was just saying that they're not very big. And that was it… it took several of the men in the room to pull Quinn off of Jesse; including Brody who had spent most of the night sulking in the corner over having been dumped by Sofia for her ex-boyfriend. And it was Santana who was comforting him.
She felt bad about it.
And he assured her it was fine; but they all knew that he had really like her.
Once Quinn was pulled off of Jesse: Brody and Rachel pulled her into Rachel's bedroom and Jesse was dragged out of the house by Santana and Mike.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Quinn said as she felt herself calming down. Brody felt it too because he released his grip on her.
"Thank you Brody," Rachel said sweetly and covered his hand with hers. "And thank you for coming tonight I know you're a bit sad and-"
"It's fine Rach," he promised. "I wouldn't miss this… and I'll get over her." Rachel leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm just going to make sure he's gone for good," Rachel nodded and he turned to leave.
"Thanks Brody," Quinn finally said now that she was calm and he smiled at her and nodded once more before ducking out of the room. As soon as he was gone Rachel's fierce glare landed on Quinn and she immediately started apologizing.
"Look I know, I know and I'm sorry Rach but I'm not going to stand by and let anyone… let alone that ass clown insult you… no it's never going to happen; your boobs are perfect just like the rest of you and I-," Quinn sucked in a breath when Rachel stepped closer pressing into her.
"Quinn," she husked and Quinn clamped her legs together. Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck and smiled. "It's so hot when you get like this and you're right my boobs are great."
"Yeah they are," Quinn was sporting a smug grin. Knowing that she wasn't in trouble she wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist.
"I thought that Tina smacking him was great."
"Yeah it was… remind me to buy Tina flowers for that," Quinn said and Rachel melted at her sweetness.
"But as awesome as she was… it was nothing compared to what happens to me when you go all jealous like that."
"Oh yeah what happens?" Quinn challenged and Rachel reached behind and took Quinn's hand in her own. She pushed Quinn's hand down the front of her skirt and into her panties. Quinn moaned when her fingers slid through Rachel's soaked core.
"That's what happens," Rachel husked and Quinn lowered her head so that her lips were hovering right near Rachel's.
"Tell me… is it bad etiquette to ditch your own victory party?"
"You tell me Fabray… you were the one that went to finishing school."
"I did not," Quinn defended but she knew what Rachel was getting at.
"Well in any case I'm pretty sure it is."
"Do you care?" Quinn asked with her eyebrow arched.
"Your hand is in my panties Quinn… what do you think?"
"Good answer," Quinn said and pushed her finger into Rachel who gasped at the intrusion but rocked her hips down pushing the finger deeper. Her hands landed on Quinn's shoulder and she started to ride that finger.
"M-More baby," Rachel panted.
"Oh we have all night… you'll get more," Quinn promised and she kissed Rachel deeply. Rachel worked to remove her skirt while Quinn continued to pump one finger inside of her. And as much as Rachel wanted more she knew Quinn was right… they had all night; they had their whole lives to have more.
A/N 2: The title of the chapter comes from the song Hold You in My Arms by Ray Lamontagne. The song Rachel sang to Quinn was Fearless by Taylor Swift.