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Rachel had to go to a cast meeting after your joint shower so you are alone in the apartment. You decide to do something that you never do and get back into bed. You're halfway into your favorite novel when the front door opens. "Quinn?"
You smile and set your book down, getting out from under the blankets on your bed.
When you see her she looks…well you can't really tell. It's almost sad, but the only thing you can identify for sure is neediness. She drops her purse and when you looks at you with her big brown eyes you ask, "What happened?"
"I want you to kiss me like we don't have anywhere to go or anywhere to be for the rest of our lives. I just got out of a very unpleasant meeting and I need you to kiss me." Her hands are on your waist pulling you to her.
You didn't answer. You just do as she asked. You feel her whole body press against yours, leaning on you to hold her up. Your lips and tongue move very slowly. Your tongue slides against hers at a languid pace, drawing out her bad day and replacing it with sweet caresses. This goes on for at least ten minutes. Finally she pulls back and sighs into you neck, "Thank you."
"Anytime," you kiss her head, pulling the scarf off of her and tossing it onto the entryway table, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Always," you can hear the smile in her voice.
"C'mon," you pull her to the kitchen, " You sit at the bar and I'll get you some wine. You can talk while I make lunch."
She tells you that three people in the cast are leaving to do other things. Her favorite make-up artist is moving to California and she's going to have to work on four of the eight days of Hanukah. You nod thoughtfully while making her favorite sandwich, listening to everything she says. Although you don't think that seems like such a bad day, you suppose that the Broadway world is infinitely more dramatic than the regular world.
You set both of your sandwiches on the dining table and grab some drinks from the refrigerator. She sighs heavily, staring at her sandwich with a goofy smile on her face that's been there since you were mashing up the avocado for the sandwiches. She lifts her head up, studying you for a moment before quietly chuckling to herself.
"What?" you ask, completely perplexed.
She just shakes her hand with a small smile and picks up her sandwich, "Thanks for lunch."
Rachel doesn't get a text from Jacob until after you've watched The Sound of Music and My Fair Lady. You're laying on the couch with her laying on top of you, her head on your chest. It's abnormally cold in your apartment and you can see the window fogging up, the telltale sign that winter is coming. You've done absolutely nothing productive at all and it feels great.
When she picks up her phone she lifts her torso and looks at you, "We have to go get ready."
You grin because her hair is disheveled from laying so long. It's falling out of the loose ponytail she put it up in and her eyes are sleepy. You put your hands on her face and bring it forward so you can kiss her.
She hums into the kiss and nips at your lips before asking without moving back, "What was that for?"
Instead of answering you pull her in again. You let your tongue slip into her mouth, caressing the projector of her beautiful voice. You hands don't stray from her face, softly pulling her deeper. She balances herself over you with one hand on the couch and the other roaming over the material of your long sleeved shirt over your stomach.
You know that this is going to end soon because although she's always late to everything, she doesn't like to keep people waiting when it has to do with her work. Which means that you're extremely surprised when she kisses up and down your neck. Your body reacts without your consent, arching into her.
"Rach, you said we have to go get ready," you move your hands to her back, your fingers grabbing onto the back of her shirt when her tongue traces up the side of your neck.
Her hand leaves your stomach, slipping under your shirt. She lightly draws swirling patterns across your stomach. You shiver at her warm skin on yours. You're about to tell her not to start something she's not going to finish when she slides her right leg between your thigh pressing into you.
You throw your head back and push into her thigh. You pull at her shirt trying to get her closer, trying to get her to move the way you need her to.
She gets the message and rolls her hips, grinding against you. You push your right leg up, sensing that she needs it too. She moans into your collarbone, continuing to grind you together. Your whole body is hot and when she pushes your shirt up to your neck, the cold air of the apartment shotguns goosebumps all over your body. Her kisses to your breasts are soft, but urgent. Her fiery mouth on your newly chilled skin sends you reeling. You can't even think. Hell, you can barely breathe.
"Rach, please," you plead. You can't really form the words to tell her what you really mean, but she's been purposefully avoiding your painfully hard nipples.
You gasp when she takes one of them into her mouth and sucks hard while grinding into you harder than she was. All the air disappears from your lungs. The feeling seems to be mutual because instead of her mouth all you feel is her labored breath caressing your chest until her hand starts gently kneading while her mouth finds yours again.
You wrap your arms around her neck, holding her in place, joining in her rhythm. You know you're close. You're painfully close. All you want is for her to jump over the edge with you.
When she comes it's with a soft whimper into your mouth. She doesn't stop the movement of her hips until your while body moves into her with a swift, furious orgasm. You groan loudly holding onto her body as tight as you can. Your eyes squeeze shut as she falls into you.
Once the whiteness fades from your vision you become aware of her panting on your shoulder. She's fully laying on you again. You smile and stroke her hair until she picks her head up. There's a content smile on her face, Her eyes travel to your still exposed chest, which you're suddenly self-conscious about. You pull your shirt down, and take her hands in your own.
She threads your fingers together. "I think we need to take a shower." She moves your hands above your head and kisses you again.
"Isn't someone waiting on us?" you ask.
"Mhmm," Rachel nods, "But, he can wait. We have to look our best." She mischievously grins. When she has that look on her face, you know what's going to happen and that you'll go along with whatever she wants.
After primping and trying your best to look great, but not like you planned to get your picture taken making out in public, you're standing across the street from your destination waiting for the almost-never-effective crosswalk signal to change. "I think it's weird that he's there and I can't see him," you mutter scanning the crowd again.
She grabs your hand and pulls you into the street the second that the light changes, "Forget him. It's you and me right now. We're going to have a sangria at this wine bar and then we're going to walk through the park. We'll kiss under a streetlamp and on a bench and whenever we feel like it because we're not hiding anymore. The world will know I am yours and you're mine."
"I like that part," you admit and pull your eyes off of some bushes where Jacob Ben Israel may or may not be. You pull her to you, your arms wrapping around her shoulders protecting her from a gust of wind, "Are you sure? Absolutely sure that you want to do this because once it's out you can't put it back."
"One hundred percent," she grins and you search her eyes finding nothing but confidence. You wish you were as sure as her. You don't care about what happens to you. You're worried about her and her career.
"If you don't stop asking me that, I am going to drag you to Times Square and kiss you in front of everyone. Then I will sing of my love for you to every tourist with a video phone." She punctuates her sentence with a poke to your ribs.
"Okay okay," you laugh because you know she would, "Lead the way."
You follow her into what has become your go to wine bar. Rachel loves their Sangria and you love taking her to get things she loves.
You both order sangria and she takes your hand holding it on the small table for two in the back of the dim bar. She's been quiet for the past few minutes, thoughtfully sipping her wine and smiling at you like you're her favorite thing on the planet.
"Quinn I have something to tell you. It may not be a big deal to you but it was somewhat of a revelation for me. I was watching you cook in the kitchen on after my not so pleasant meeting and it hit me. It just popped into my head," she uses her free hand to trace the rim of her wine glass, "Now, on the eve of our announcement, seems like the best time to tell you. Especially because of your doubts."
You can't take it anymore. You lean forward, "Are you going to tell me?"
She grins bashfully, "Of course. I was watching you move around the kitchen making me my favorite food after a morning that had been terrible for me and I thought, 'I'm so in love with her.'"
"With me?" it seems like a stupid question but you can't help asking.
She laughs her fully jovial laugh. Her hair ripples with each guffaw. "Of course with you." She calms down and takes your hand in both of yours, "Quinn Fabray I am in love with you."
"I'm in love with you too," you beam and bring her hand to your lips kissing her knuckles.
Once you've finished your wine, she takes your hand, intertwined your fingers, and leads you into the night. You haven't felt this light on you feet in a long time. She drags you across the street, into a small park swinging your hands between you.
As you walk you wonder if Jacob has his picture yet. Not that it really matters. You haven't seen him yet and you're not actually sure he's there. So you decide to pretend that he's not.
You look over at Rachel who is looking at you. She smiles and kisses you, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing important," you sigh contently.
Suddenly she steps in front of you and pulls you by the faux wool coat lapels, crushing your lips together. Your hands react before your lips do, caressing her face. You get your lips moving and pull her bottom lip in between your teeth. When you bite down she moans into your mouth.
"Let's go home," she mumbles against your lips, "I want to do some things to you that would get us arrested out here."
You giggle and pull back, "Is it safe to go home yet?"
"I don't care," she advances again kissing you hard. Your back is pressed to the lamppost before you know it and her hands are inside of your coat, "I have a camera at home. We'll take our own pictures."
"I'm not ready for a leaked sex tape," you grin and pull her hands out of your coat, "And neither is your daddy. He'd murder me."
She throws her head back and laughs. "You're right." She takes your hand and starts dragging you again, "but we're going hone cause I'm still going to do indecent things to you."
You look around again and ask, "What if he didn't get the pictures?"
"He can stay another night. But I'm sure he did. This is Jacob Ben Israel we're talking about."
"True," you nod and look both ways before you cross the street, "So these things you're going to do to me..."
Rachel's phone rings waking you both up and six thirty. She just rolls over and pulls a pillow over her head. You however, get up the silence the object. You pull a blanket around you because it's freezing cold and you're wearing…well nothing. You grab her phone out of her purse that's laying sideways next to the door of the bedroom. When you pluck it out, you check the screen then toss it onto the bed, hitting Rachel in the leg with it.
"Who is it?" she asks, not leaving the safe haven of the pillow.
"Kathy," you state and fall back into the bed, taking your turn to pull a pillow over your head.
Rachel mumbles something incoherent, but after a few seconds she says, "Thanks bye." She huffs and snuggles into your back, draping her arm over your middle.
"What did she want?" you ask pushing yourself backwards to feel her body against yours. If you weren't so tired it'd be incredible arousing to feel her naked form pressed against yours.
She kisses your shoulder blade and snuggles her face into the back of your neck, "She told me that we look great in the picture and that there's huge buzz already. Something about a press conference….I stopped listening."
"Rachel," you try to chide her, but you're just as tired as her. So you yawn and hold her arm over you. "You need to…" That's as far as you get before you fall asleep again.
The next time you wake up it's to your own phone. You growl and take Rachel's method of pulling your pillow over your head. You hear a chuckle from the direction of the bathroom and you realize that Rachel's no longer in the bed with you. You peek from under the pillow and see Rachel, in sweatpants and a t-shirt brushing her teeth. She grabs your phone from a mess of clothes on the floor and tosses it onto the bed. But apparently she doesn't have as good of an aim as you because it hits you in the head.
You decide that sort of, but not really test your acting chops and howl in pain, "Ow!"
After running into the bathroom for a brief moment, Rachel runs back out and kneels down next to the bed stroking your blanket covered head, "I'm so sorry."
You can't stop a giggle and pull the covers down so that only your eyes are peeking out, "Check me out. I'm an actor."
She rolls her eyes and stands up, "That was mean." You caught the smirk on her lips so you know she's not mad.
Finally you blindly reach for the phone and answer it with a "What?"
"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" Jenny, you personal assistant that you've never actually met yet, asks.
You sit up and sigh, "Yeah, but I probably needed to get up. What time is it?"
"Eight," she states.
"Oh shit," you rub your eyes. You have an hour to get ready and be at the theatre for rehearsal. You don't want to go. You want to go back to bed and drag Rachel with you. You scan for Rachel who is singing to herself from the direction of her bedroom door. "Um," you remember you're on the phone with Jenny when you hear her drop something with a loud clang, "What did you need?"
"I just called to ask if you wanted me to pick up the news paper on the way to drop off your dry cleaning," she states.
"Oh sure," you tell her, "Not the Times just the Voice and that Broadway one."
"Got it," she says confidently, "I'll be at your apartment in like ten minutes. I hope you don't mind. Jake gave me the key."
"No problem," you shrug. If Jake has it why shouldn't Jenny.
When you hang up, you make your way to your bathroom. You spot Rachel in the kitchen standing next to the coffee maker, looking at it completely befuddled. You chuckle and pit stop in the kitchen to start the coffee for her before getting ready in your bathroom.
As you're putting some tights on that you plan to wear under a really long shirt, your phone buzzes. When you open the text from Brittany you laugh hard. You and Rach look super hot in your pic. Congrats!
You've got to see this picture so you grab your laptop on the way to the kitchen. Rachel has your coffee waiting for you on the table. You smile at her as you sit down. She seems to know what you're doing so when you open your computer, she scoots her chair next to yours and rests your chin on her shoulder so she can see.
It feels so weird typing both of your names into Google. You used to do it just to her name to see what she was up to just to make your miserable existence in Lima bearable. Now she's leaning on you waiting to see how the picture of your first official public kiss came out. It's all so unreal to you and you kiss her cheek. She just smiles at you and squeezes your arm.
She's excited. You're excited. You just can't wait to see how it turned out. You click on the first link on the page that happens to be a link to Jacob's website. When you see the first picture on the first page, your heart stops. You almost don't recognize yourself.
It's the kiss Rachel pulled you into under a sidewalk lamp. Your lips fit together just like puzzle pieces. Your eyes are closed in surprise and her lips are curled into a smile. She has you by the lapels of your coat and your hand closest to the camera is on the back of her jaw. The beauty of the moment astounds you. You feel your chest swell with pride and love. Your love is beautiful and now the whole world knows.
"Do you think I could make that the wall paper in my bedroom?" she asks you quietly. You chuckle and lean your head on hers.
After a deep breath and a moment to thoughtfully just take in the scenery around you in the picture, you say, "It's different seeing yourself kiss someone."
She nods. Her chin leaves your shoulder and she kisses the curve of your neck right next to the top of your shirt. "You're beautiful."
You smile contently and let your eyes slide closed. "That's exactly what I was thinking about you."
"Would it be bad form to read the accompanying story?" she asks, hinting that she wants you to scroll down and see what Jacob wrote.
"I think it would be bad form not to," you answer and move down the page. You sit your coffee as you read. She's leaning on you to read with you.
Rumors have been circulating that Broadway star Rachel Berry is dating high school rival, former real estate agent and current budding "actress" Quinn Fabray. At the Tony Awards Rachel refused to answer any questions about her relationship with Ms. Fabray before publicly thanking her for "reminding [her] what passion is" and calling Fabray her "best friend" and "confidante". Last night they two were seen holding hands and canoodling in an intimate bar before heading for a moonlit walk in the park. Our cameras caught the two in a very intimate kiss in the park. A statement released from Rachel's publicist states "They're very happy together."
Then the article directed the readers to a poll at the bottom of the page. It was labeled "Publicity Stunt or True Love". You resist pressing the button to reveal what other people thought. You know there's an awfully large chance that a lot of people think this is a publicity stunt. Not that Rachel needs it.
Before you can click on anything else Rachel reaches around you and closes the window. "I must warn you because you're new to this. You shouldn't read much of what people say about you. People are mean. Especially when they can hid behind anonymous comments that they leave while they're in the basement of their mother's house wearing only underwear." You kisses you cheek, "But we'll be fine and soon this whole frenzy will blow over. Some of those loose rock stars in Los Angeles will cheat on their wives and we'll be old news okay?"
You nod, knowing that she's right. She rests both of her hands on your left hip, holding you in a loose embrace. You don't realize that you've been quiet for so long when she asks, "Are you okay? Was it a bad idea?"
You immediately shake your head, "No I was just…thinking. People are mean. And I don't handle people being mean to you well." You pause, "This is going to sound really creepy when I say this, but when I lived in Lima and had nothing better to do during my lunch breaks, I would occasionally be one of those losers on the message boards defending you to the world."
She giggles and kisses you, "My hero."
"Yeah well now I can yell at people to their face," you grin and close your computer, "Are you hungry?"
"Starved," she wiggles her eyebrows, "I had a late night work out."
You laugh and rise out of your seat to get something started.
The front door opens just as you serve Rachel her breakfast. You make your way to the entryway and are met with a woman who you assume is Jenny. There's something distinctly exotic about her with her long dark hair and deep tan. She smiles a perfect smile at you and readjusts your dry cleaning in her hand so that she can shake your hand, "You must be Quinn."
You nod, "And you must be Jenny. It's so great to finally meet you."
Jenny just smiles, a dimple punctuating the right side of her face. "So if you'll just point me to your room, I'll hang these up and won't have to ask from now on."
You lead her to your room and point her to the closet. She asks if you arrange your closet in a specific way and you shake your head. She says that Kathy called her and told her about a bunch of interview that you're being asked to do as you both walk to the kitchen. You offer Jenny some coffee which she gratefully accepts.
You like her. She seems smart, organized, and has a good sense of humor. You're not sure what to look for in a personal assistant, but that seems like a great start.
"I'm mostly working off of what Jake does for Rachel," Jenny explains, "So at the beginning of each week I'll send you a calendar of events and rehearsals and public appearances as well as a detailed list of offers. Your agent has my phone number and so does your publicist. They're now going to call me instead of you."
You nod. Your head is spinning. You've never had and needed a personal assistant and now your personal assistant is making you realize just how much you need her.
Rachel walks in to take her dirty dishes to the sink. You don't really acknowledge her until she walks up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. She extends her hand around you to Jenny who takes it, "It's a pleasure Ms. Berry."
"Call me Rachel," you sense something in Rachel's voice that is less than warm.
You're about to ask her what's up when Jenny continues, "If you need anything during the day, you have my number."
You nod. This is so weird for you, but you guess it's part of dating a high profile actress. "Thank you so much Jenny."
She nods, "So I am going grocery shopping with Jake for you two. Anything special you wanted?"
You turn your head to look at Rachel in a silent question, but you find her eyes scanning Jenny. You pull away and little bit and frown at her. She sees you looking and blushes her head tilting down.
"No we're fine," you tell Jenny.
Your assistant tells you goodbye and leaves you and Rachel alone.
"You were totally checking out my assistant," you tell Rachel with your arms crossed.
She leans on the counter across from, "I wasn't…well I was, but not why you think." She sighs, "I think she's too pretty to be your assistant. She's tall and skinny and clearly not Jewish…" You start to smile which you can see frustrates Rachel. She huffs and crosses her arms, "It's not funny."
"Maybe not funny," you drop your arms and pull her into a hug. She keeps her arms crossed, but you still hold her to you, "But completely adorable." You reach down and pull at her arms until they're uncrossed and she holds onto your waist. "I will concede that she's tall and skinny. I suppose she may not be Jewish, but I don't think she's too pretty to be my assistant. Because I am dating the most beautiful woman in the world who needs to stop being so jealous because I've been in love with her since I was fourteen."
"Well this woman you're in love with still has a few insecurities and knows that you love her, but can't help but be who she is. She's an only child who gets jealous and possessive. She's still insecure because two of the three boys she's ever really loved cheated on her with, ironically, you. Not that she's holding a grudge against you because now she knows why," her head is tilted down, but you feel her chest expand and constrict with a deep breath, "I'm still worried about the tabloids Quinn."
"Hey," you move back a few inches so she has to look at you. When you have her eyes, you tell her, "I give you permission to question me about every picture and rumor about me and I promise to tell you the truth. You can call me to see where I am whenever you want."
She shakes her head, "That's ridiculous and I don't want to be that girl. If I did that I'd be the husband in the majority of the Lifetime movies and those always end bad. Anyway, I trust you, I do. But I have momentary bouts with insanity." She smiles and kisses you, "Besides, how can you cheat on me when we have the best sex life ever?"
You chuckle and allow her to pin you to the counter. You're glad she shifted the mood to playful because you know that the backlash from your coming out is building so you need this while you have it, "So you just use me for sex?"
"Oh definitely," she playfully throws back, "That and your cooking."
"What are you planning to use me for next?" you ask, but you're pretty sure you have an idea when her hands slip under your shirt.
"Well," she pauses to look at the clock on the wall, "You have to leave in twenty minutes and that's definitely not enough time for you make my favorite cookies so…I guess that leaves sex."