Bring Me Home

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who is still reading this story and everyone who took the time to review and add me to story alerts. I'll try my best to update more, I'm hoping to get a bit of inspiration once the season is over and they stop cramming Finchel down our throats! Plus, I'm going to see the Glee Live concert next month, I've got great seats and that's going to be all kinds of awesome!

Chapter 10: Baby Loves To Dance In The Dark

"Quinn, will you come here for a moment." Judy calls from the den. Quinn heads in the direction of her mother's voice, Sophia skipping along behind her but as she enters the pristinely decorated room, a cold wave of dread crashes over her body.

"Hello, Quinnie." the saccharine sweet voice of her older sister greets her combined with a phony smile.

"Chelsea, what a surprise." blinking back her irritation, Quinn gives an equally fake smile to the other blond.

"Isn't it nice Quinn, your sister decided to just drop in for a visit, she even brought the boys with her too." Quinn glances out of the window to see her unruly ADHD riddled nephews chopping away at her mother's prized rose bushes with their plastic Lord of the Rings swords.

"Well isn't that just…swell." Quinn drawls "I'm sure you'll have oodles of fun catching up, mom I'll see you at the end of the month."

"Wait, where are you going?" Chelsea asks, annoyed that her little sister is so easily dismissing her presence.

"We're going to New York to visit Aunt Rachel!" Sophia exclaims, earning a disapproving frown from the other blond Fabray for speaking out of turn and calling a stranger her aunt. Not that she's ever acknowledged the girl as a true member of her family, it's just the principal of the matter.

"Surely you're not still planning to leave now Quinn, your sister rarely visits. It'll be so wonderful to have all of my girls home again." Judy gushes, steadfastly ignoring the mounting tension in the room.

"Soph, why don't you go upstairs and make sure you have your favorite stuffed bunny to bring with us okay?"

"We can't forget Joel!" Sophia gasps and makes a beeline for her bedroom to ensure the stuffed animal isn't left behind.

Once the child is out of hearing range, Quinn turns back to her mother and sister sitting primly on the couch, each wearing identical Stepford smiles. Taking a deep breath to maintain her cool, she tries hard not to come off too hostile.

"Yes mother, I do intend to continue with my trip. Sophia has been ecstatic about visiting her Aunts Rachel and Santana and Puck had to cash in a ton of favors just to get two full weeks off of work."

"Humph, he couldn't get any of the other garbage men to cover his route?" Chelsea snorts in amusement. Quinn is ready to pounce on the woman and the corners of her mother's mouth twitching in mirth isn't helping matters at all.

"Puck is a Fireman, though I can see why you'd be confused, it's not every man that can work as a professional embezzler." Please that her jab hit the target accurately, Quinn folds her arms, patiently awaiting her sister's next verbal attack.

"Those charges were dropped, Troy had nothing to do with what his bosses were involved in and you very well know that, Quinn!" Chelsea seethes.

"Girls please, this was suppose to be a nice surprise lets not…"

"Sorry mom, Puck will be here any minute and I need to double check Sophia's bags before he arrives. I'll see you in a few weeks."

With a small parting wave, Quinn turns confidently on her heel and hurries back upstairs. Thanking every higher being in the universe that she has some place to escape to while her sister is visiting.

Jane purrs contently as the flexible younger brunette straddling her body peppers tender kisses to her neck. She runs her hands up and down Rachel's well toned thighs, urging the girl to continue the sweet torture.

"If I'd known this was the end result from years of studying dance I would've made more of an effort to support the arts."

Rachel chuckles, rotating her hips and moans at the sensation of the strap-on buried deep inside of her from Jane's early morning wake up call. A door slamming across the hall, footsteps creaking under the wooden floorboards and the muffled sounds of Santana curtly dismissing her latest conquest, breaks the serene atmosphere.

"Has she been drinking again?" Jane inquires, placing her hands on Rachel's waist to prevent her from distracting the detective from the conversation.

"Yes." Rachel hesitantly answers, not wanting to get her friend in trouble with the law yet finding it impossible to outright lie to the cop.

"Rach, you know I can't let this go on, even if she isn't using a fake ID to buy the liquor. Her behavior has been…"

"Admittedly, tossing a Frappuccino at a cabbie simply because he yelled at her for jaywalking in the middle of rush hour traffic was a tad bit melodramatic. And it still stands to reason that Santana had no idea that woman was married but really if the adulterous liar's husband is going to attempt to strike a woman he should prepare himself just in case that woman knows how to throw a punch." Rachel runs a hand through her tangled hair and takes a moment to reflect on the past couple of weeks. Helping Santana work through her issues is exhausting but she refuses to turn her back on her friend. "But Santana is only acting out because she is so deeply wounded by She Who's Name Must Never Be Spoken's rejection. Unbridled anger is a knee-jerk reaction for her. Just please, give me a couple more days to help Santana work through this. Noah and Quinn are arriving tonight, I'm absolutely certain that between the three of us we'll be able to get Santana to stop the binge drinking and tone down the iniquitous behavior."

Jane tilts her head to the side, heaving a sympathetic sigh for what the Latina has been going through the past few weeks.

"You left out the time Santana took a swing at another cab driver when he threw you guys out for puking in his cab."

"That was totally justified, his cab smelled like a three week old soiled diaper burning in a fish markets dumpster. Yes Santana was the one to vomit and tell him the exact reason why but that's only because I don't possess a gag reflex." A well placed pout and battering of long dark lashes and Jane ultimately caves.

"If she's really depressed, I have contact info for a good therapist."

"I've tried that already, she thinks therapy is a sham but if Santana will listen to anyone it'll be Quinn and Noah." her eyes drift over to the nightstand where several pictures of her friends sits. She focuses on Quinn's hazel gaze staring back at her and feels a pang of guilt blip her radar.

Shaking her head from the confusing thoughts aching to reach the surface, Rachel shifts her hips, changing the angle and grinds slowly yet purposefully against the detective.

"I think that's enough talking for the moment, wouldn't you say detective?" Rachel asks coquettishly. Jane let's out a long hiss, her elegant fingers digging deeper into the flesh of Rachel's ass encouraging the girl to do that again.

"You're so fucking amazing, Rach! This was Maura's best idea ever!" she moans, thrusting her hips wildly to meet Rachel's and not noticing the half second pause in the singer's movements.

"It was Maura's idea to have you use a dildo with me?"

"Uh-uh, she just helped me pick this one out. I was afraid it would be too big for you to take but she assured me it would feel incredible for the both of us and she was right. As usual…yay!" Jane explains in between pants and moans. She reaches for the accompanying remote, cranking the dial up to the highest level of vibration, the friction rubbing against her clit causing her body to spasm violently.

Rachel forces her mind to focus on the pleasurable ripples climbing her spine and pooling in her lower abdomen and not on the fact that Jane and her 'BFF' Maura, picked out this toy together. After all, she and Santana have gone sex toy shopping together and often took each other's advice on certain purchases on the other hand, neither she nor Santana are harboring more than friendly feelings for their friend.

So, instead Rachel does that thing with her tongue that always makes Jane's toes curl and elicits a feral growl from the older brunette. The added vibration from the toy sliding in and out of her was sending Rachel into sensory overload. Mindlessly, throwing her head back she braces her hands against the mattress, she lifts her hips and slammed down onto her lover, her inner walls griping and releasing the thick silicone over and over again until the coil wrapped tightly in her belly erupts, shooting sparks of satisfaction throughout her exhausted body.

"Shit!" Jane grumbles at the familiar Dragnet theme song blaring from her cell. "Sorry gorgeous." she apologizes. Carefully pulling the huge toy out of the younger brunette's still twitching core, she slides out from under the singer, leaning over the bed to fish her phone out of her pants and all but snarls into the phone. "Rizzoli!"

Rachel takes a moment to catch her breath, while simultaneously admiring the smooth defining lines of Jane's backside. These calls have a tendency of becoming graphic in their gruesome details, so Rachel mostly tunes it out and decides to answer the message on her phone as well. Half listening to Jane get updated info on her latest case, Rachel smiles to herself after reading the text from Puck that they ran into a little traffic but are only about an hour off of scheduled arrival time.

She's beyond excited to see her friends. Spending the summer in New York instead of heading back to Lima when the school year ended meant that she wouldn't have seen Quinn until winter break in December, and that was completely unacceptable.

"Tell Crow to keep his ass out of my crime scene and I'll be there in twenty!" Jane barks into her phone and abruptly ends the call. When she turns back to face Rachel, she gives her lover a pleading look, "I hate to just leave you like this…"

"It's alright." Rachel watches as the detective stands on wobbly legs, attempting to unstrap the harness and pull her slacks on.

"I've gotta shower and make it downtown in less than twenty minutes but I'll see you later right?"

No matter how many times Jane has literally had to 'fuck and run' Rachel can't seem to bring herself to become annoyed with the woman. If it had been a guy, she has no doubts that the so-called relationship would have been over after the second time her lover raced from the bed while the sheets were still wet from their coupling. But Jane's earnest request to meet up later and that charming crooked half grin, washes away any feelings of being used. Rachel always answers when Jane inevitably phoned her.

So what if she was periodically lonely, not even a sophomore in college and she has already starred in her first Broadway show, three years ahead of schedule. She's living the dream and deep down Rachel has always known that she would have to make certain concessions in her life. No matter what anyone tells you, rarely does a person get the whole package; a fabulous career and the love of your life. That only happens in silly love songs. She's never been the girl who gets the awards and the brass ring and for the most part, she's okay with that.

"Of course," Rachel answers with a reassuring nod. "I'd love for you to meet my friend Quinn and her daughter when they arrive tonight."

"Sounds great," leaning over the bed, Jane teasingly hovers just out of reach, waiting for Rachel to get fed up and attack her lips. As usual, it takes less than a minute and the detective grins against the singer's mouth, humming in victory. "if you guys are up for it, my folks are having a bar-b-cue this weekend."

"That would be lovely, do you need us to bring anything?"

"My mother is totally in love with Santana's empanadas."

"That sounds vaguely dirty and yes, we'd love to attend your ritualistic roasting of slaughtered animals." Smiling sweetly Rachel plants one more kiss to Jane's lips as the older brunette rolls her eyes and heads for the door. "Be safe."

"Later, gorgeous."

Stepping out of the bathroom in a puff of steam Rachel grins wryly at the post-it tacked to her bedroom door: 'Morning Margaritas on the roof- S'. Hurrying back into her room, she pulls on a pair of shorts, a tank and let's her still damp hair drape down her back in loose waves.

"Good morning, Bubalah!" Tovah Berry greets her granddaughter as she pushes open the heavy metal door to their building's roof. "You're just in time for brunch."

"I'll just have a fruit salad Nana, thanks." surveying the breakfast spread of pastries and a dozen other fattening foods Tovah managed to carry up to the rooftop, Rachel ducks under a brightly colored beach umbrella and settles into her favorite lawn chair.

As she so often does when it comes to food requests, Tovah ignores the simple request and piles Rachel's plate with a blueberry Danish, sausage links and a cheese omelet fresh off of the griddle, all surrounding the fruit. Rachel raises an eyebrow at her grandmother, silently questioning why Tovah refuses to accept the fact that she doesn't eat meat.

"It's a vegetarian sausage not as good as the real thing but a close simulation. Skin and bones, you are. One of these days you'll pass out from malnutrition then you'll wish you

had listened to me."

"I'm eating my breakfast Bubbie." Santana smirks at her roommate's scornful glare.

"That's because you're a good girl." Tovah rewards the Latina by topping off her frozen drink, leaving Rachel to wonder how her grandmother talked their super into allowing them to run electrical extension cords up to the roof. She'd ask but the chances that she would get a sexual innuendo laced reply is too great, instead Rachel sips her strawberry-mango margarita and files away her grandmother's Jewish guilt trip. "Now if I could only get you to stop with the bed hopping…"

The smile previously pasted on Santana's face falls into shocked surprised then quickly morphs into embarrassment.

Rachel pats the stunned Latina's shoulder and passes her a bottle of suntan lotion.

"For the burn." the brunette mirthfully explains. Santana rolls her eyes and slyly flips her friend off.

"I was young too once, and trust me you can't mend a broken heart with sex and booze, no matter how great the two may feel in the moment. One day soon you're gonna wake up to find some nameless mieskeit in your bed and only then will you have truly hit rock bottom."

Santana opens her mouth to protest then thinking better of it, she decides to just let Tovah have this one. The woman is a Berry after all, speaking her mind on any topic is like breathing to the elderly woman. And it's not like Tovah is completely off base with her analysis of Santana's philandering. She has spent the weeks since her return from Lima in a drunken haze of indiscriminating sex.

"I asked her to move in with me." the words came out so hushed that if Rachel wasn't sitting as closely as she was, she doubts she would have caught it. "She didn't even take the time to think it over before she said no. I tried you know?" tears forming in her dark eyes, Santana looks at the older woman wishing that Tovah could explain why everything went wrong. "I really, really tried to show Britt that I could be different…better. I mean, I'm not the same person I was in high school."

"No you're not San." Rachel wraps her hand around her friend's wrist, hoping that the physical contact can convey just how far Santana has grown in relation to their own friendship. "I've always thought that underneath that gruff exterior that you were a terrific person. And I am honored to call you my friend."

The tears are falling in earnest now, Santana manages to muster up a small smile of gratitude. She knows how horrible she was to Rachel for years, even after Quinn stopped leading the charge in the 'I hate Rachel Berry' fan club. It truly left the Latina speechless when Rachel came to her rescue at the beginning of freshman year. If it wasn't for Rachel's single-minded focus of keeping Santana from wallowing in misery, Santana is almost certain that she would have ended up as one of those statistics that all the girls were warned about during freshman orientation.

"Sweetheart," Tovah interrupts the cascading tears, wiping them away and gently cupping Santana's chin in her hand. "from what you both have told me, there isn't a doubt in my mind that this Brittany doesn't love you. A great love like that is worth fighting for, you just have to have faith. You'll see, one day you will get everything your heart desires, just as long as you keep your heart open to possibilities. Now finish off your food." the older Berry commands. She stands up, places a kiss to the top of both girls heads and rests her weary bones into the chair on the other side of Santana. "We have to get all of this stuff off of the roof by 1pm."

"Okay, I've been dying to ask how you managed to swing this spread, what did you have to do for grumpy Mr. Burton?" Santana raises her eyebrow when a sly smirk works it's way across Tovah's face.

"A lady never tells." is the coy reply and the images popping into both girls heads are enough to make them laugh and shudder.