A/N: Okay, so a little bit of Brittany who we haven't really seen since the first chapter was it? (Seems like it was ages ago) Also a good chance to get inside of Rachel's head.

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Rachel POV

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Rachel was waiting in the cafeteria for Quinn. She had been elated the whole day and felt like nothing could bring her down. She had Quinn. Quinn freaking Fabray. She had to pinch herself to believe that it wasn't a dream.

So here she was, sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for the ex-cheerleader. It wasn't like Quinn to be running late, but Rachel supposed Quinn couldn't always beat her to her own locker, so Rachel decided to just go to the cafeteria and wait for the blonde.

After a few minutes, someone sat beside Rachel. Rachel had mixed feelings about who it was. She was disappointed it wasn't Quinn but Brittany, though she was happy she was starting to feel like she really had some friends.

"Hello Brittany. Having a good day?" Rachel was very cheery.

"Hi Rachel. I guess it's been a good day. You look happy. Are you and Quinn friends again?" Brittany asked. Rachel weighed up her options. She could tell Brittany and risk exposure but on the other hand she really wanted someone to know and someone to talk to about it. There was always Kurt but as hard as he could try he wasn't actually a girl.

"Quinn and I made up but we aren't friends. We are in more of a relationship." Rachel steeled herself.

"You mean like dating?" Brittany asked.

"Exactly. Please don't tell anyone though; we aren't ready for people to know." Rachel pleaded. Brittany smiled.

"Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you Brittany."Rachel hugged Brittany to show her gratitude.

"No problem Rach. What are friends for?"Rachel beamed. Now she not only had a girlfriend, Quinn Fabray none the less, but a friend as well.

"So I guess you are the one that gave her the mark on her neck." Brittany stated. Rachel blushed.

"Yeah." Rachel looked down in embarrassment. Was it really that pronounced on her neck?

"Is that how you made up?" Brittany asked. Rachel blushed harder.

"No. We solved our problems with words." Rachel said like she was talking to a toddler who had just been in a fight.

"So how did she get a hickey on her neck?"Brittany asked.

"I may or may not have put it there after we solved our problems."Rachel could feel the heat radiating off her face but she was smiling anyway.

"Wow Rachel and she didn't give you one back? That isn't like Quinn at all." Brittany exclaimed.

"You mean she usually gives them to other people?" Rachel was hurt that Quinn had lied to her about being her first real one.

"No. I don't know if she does. But I don't think it's like Quinn to give up control and let someone do what they want to her, especially mark her like you did. I think she would usually be the one to dominate, not you."Rachel's hurt disappeared and was replaced with defence.

"I did not dominate her." Rachel said bluntly.

"Yeah you kinda did. How did you do it? How was she positioned?"If Rachel had of stopped to think about more than being right, she would have been very embarrassed right now.

"Her hands were tied above her head."She mumbled.

"Then you dominated her." Brittany made it sound so final.

"No, her hands were tied above her head before we started. I just didn't want to untie them." Rachel explained her innocence.

"But you didn't untie her. She was completely at your mercy. You could have done whatever you wanted to her. You dominated her."It dimly registered to Rachel that Brittany of all people was proving her wrong. She decided it was time to throw in the towel.

"I didn't mean to, it just kinda happened." Rachel defended in a smaller voice.

"It's okay Rachel, really. But if you feel all bad about it now you can just let Quinn do it to you later."Finally it struck Rachel what they were talking about and where they were.

"Brittany I don't think this is quite the place to be talking about this."Rachel whisper shouted at Brittany.

"We already did though." Brittany had a dazed look in her eyes. Rachel just shook her head as Santana and Quinn approached. That explained what took Quinn so long.

"Hi Quinn. Hi Santana."Rachel beamed, it was hard not to considering one of the two was going to date her.

"Hi Rachel."Quinn smiled softly.

"Berry." Santana said with a head jerk, it was better than nothing. Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and led her to the other side of the table so they could face Rachel. Quinn took a seat next to Rachel.

"You know how I had rules for that party?" Santana asked, eyes almost daring Rachel to say 'no'.

"Yes."Rachel was confused as to where this was going.

"Well I have some new rules now that you are with Q." Rachel turned to Quinn.

"You told her?" It wasn't an angry voice but firm as she needed an honest answer.

"Well apparently the mark you left on my neck is very noticeable..."Quinn looked slightly embarrassed and took Rachel's hand under the table.

"There is also the way that she doesn't look like she could kill herself at any moment, she isn't crying and that she took you to school." Santana told her.

"I'm sorry." Rachel whispered into Quinn's ear.

"No it's my fault. I should have talked to you." Quinn whispered back. Santana cleared her throat to bring them back to reality.

"Well as I was saying, rule one. You hurt her and I get to break you no matter what Q says."Quinn cut her off.

"No you don't. You leave her alone." Quinn fired up.

"Is this really the place to be talking about this?" Rachel questioned. Santana ignored her.

"Sorry Q, but you have no real input to the rules." Santana didn't look too sorry to Rachel. Indifferent was probably a better word. "Rule number two. I get as much access to Q as I always have."

"So none?" Quinn mocked. Santana scoffed.

"Rule number three. You stop dressing like a fantasy of a perverted Japanese business man with a very dark, specific fetish and only wear clothes approved by me, B or Q."

"I'll let you wear what you want." Quinn whispered to Rachel. Santana shot her a dirty look. It was clear that even though she couldn't hear what was said she probably got the idea anyway.

"Four. You kiss anyone apart from Q and I break your nose so you can feel no shame in getting that job you wanted." Rachel covered her nose with her hand protectively.

"Again, you leave her alone." Quinn said fairly calmly.

"Again, you have no input into the rules. Five," Santana took a deep breath and released it steeling herself for what she was about to say. "If you are in trouble, call Brittany or me and we will come and help."Santana looked away from them as she said this. Rachel couldn't think of a time when she would be in enough trouble to have to call someone but it was a very nice gesture. Quinn looked shocked beside her.

"I... I don't know what to say Santana." Rachel started but she was cut off.

"Don't say anything or I might decide to change the rule. Now let's get some food."Santana and Brittany got up hand in hand while Quinn and Rachel begrudgingly left each other's grasp.

"I told you she means well." Quinn told Rachel. Rachel just smiled, she really had some friends.

"Brittany said that I dominated you last night." Rachel said almost conversationally.

"So did Santana." Quinn looked a bit embarrassed.

"Wait, Santana knows we did it? How could you tell her?" Rachel was suddenly feeling a bit betrayed.

"Hold up, you told Brittany. Plus the mark is on my neck not yours. She kinda worked it out more than me telling her." Quinn defended.

"Yeah... so did Brittany. Do you think I did?"Rachel asked. Quinn cringed as she held up her thumb and index fingers to indicate a little bit.

"I'm sorry Quinn." Rachel exclaimed.

"Why?" Quinn asked.

"Because you aren't the type to be dominated, and I'm not really the dominating type." Rachel reasoned.

"So, does it make you feel uncomfortable?" Quinn asked.

"Now that I think about it, it does a bit." Rachel confessed.

"So what do you want to do about it?" Rachel wished Quinn would stop asking her questions.

"Well, maybe you can control it next time?" Rachel said in a small voice, she was both nervous and embarrassed.

"But you won't let me touch you." Quinn looked sad.

"I want you to Quinn; I just want it to be special. I know it will be special with you no matter what but..." Rachel began but Quinn cut her off.

"No, I understand what you mean. I know what to do, just wait until our date. I will make you feel more special then you ever have in your life." Quinn even threw Rachel a wink which made her blush.

"Quinn stop it." Rachel warned. Quinn leaned in so she could whisper to Rachel's ear.

"Stop what? My panties are already drenched from thinking about what you did to me last night. I think that it is only fair that you can be as hot and bothered as I am right now." Quinn breathed into Rachel's ear. Rachel shivered but could feel her body heating up.

"Please Quinn. Don't do this to me." Rachel pleaded.

"My pussy is so dripping wet, all for you. I want your hands all over me. I want to be able to kiss you and show you how turned on you have made me without even trying. I want to be able to watch you squirm as I slowly play with you." Quinn leaned back away from Rachel. "But I can't." She stated and got in line to get some food.

After a few seconds Rachel had regained some of her composure and began to follow Quinn into line. She spoke to Quinn.

"Why did you have to do that?" Rachel asked her.

"Do what?" Quinn asked acting innocent. It was Rachel's turn to whisper in Quinn's ear.

"Be so sexy and turn me on so much. You just made my pussy like a tap, except you can't stop it from coming out. My panties are now soaked and you can't do anything to make my clit stop throbbing like it is until Friday. I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands." Rachel said in her sexy voice. At least she hoped it was sexy.

"Can I call you so we can 'take care of ourselves' together? Keep in mind that however wet you think you are right now, I have been wetter and for much longer." Quinn husked. Hearing Quinn ask if they could do it together made Rachel cream a little more, she could feel it.

"Quinn if you don't stop then everyone will see my arousal running down my leg." Rachel hoped Quinn would just stop teasing her.

"Say I can call you." Quinn demanded.

"Yes, call me. Please." Rachel gave in. In all honesty she really wanted Quinn to call her as well.

"I'll call you at ten okay?" Quinn began to collect her food. For the rest of the day Rachel remained wet, imagining what was going to happen at 10.