A/N: As much as I guess you guys would have wanted me to write a solid weekend of sex, I thought it would probably drag out a bit so I just kinda skimmed over their weekend. On a side note, it was incredibly difficult to rattle off this chapter because I knew what I wanted to do; it just had to be at the end.
Sorry for the time it took me to update as well. I just was really nowhere near a computer basically all weekend so I didn't get much of a chance to write anything. It's also a bit short but is mainly setting up for the last chapter.
Just think I should warn you that I left this chapter on cliff-hanger for a reason but I do stand by what I said last chapter. The next chapter will be this fics last.
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Rachel POV.
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Rachel had a favourite feeling that she had only been able to feel twice in her lifetime so far. A few weeks ago her favourite feeling was being on stage to a standing ovation. In the last few weeks it had changed to waking up in a bed next to Quinn Fabray. Even better, waking up naked in a bed next to Quinn Fabray.
The best part was that if she played her cards right, then she would be able to do it for the rest of her life. Rachel knew that she should calm down and think about the present first but she couldn't help but let her mind wander. She couldn't deny it to herself any more, she loved Quinn.
She had a sneaking suspicion that she had for a while but last night's date had made her sure of it. It wasn't even the sex that had put Quinn above and beyond anyone else, it was the date. The way that Quinn had treated her made her feel like a princess and the way she had used the lights in the tree... it just blew her away.
Rachel knew that it would be a bad idea for her to tell Quinn of her recent realisation for a good few months. She didn't feel any shame in being in love with the blonde, she just didn't want to scare her off or make her feel pressured to reciprocate the feelings. She also felt that if anyone was going to say "I love you" first, it would be Quinn. Not because she was butch (because she really wasn't), but because more confident and level headed.
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Rachel ended up staying at Quinn's all weekend and while there was a lot of 'getting to know each other's bodies', as Quinn had called it, they still talked a lot and acted like a real couple. It had probably been the best weekend of Rachel's life because Quinn was being more comfortable and less awkward then she had on their date but was still as charming and chivalrous.
By the time Monday morning had rolled around Rachel felt like she learned more about Quinn then she had in all the years they had known each other. She knew every line of the blonde's body, how to make her gasp, how to change the pitch of the moans and of course, things about her mind. Things like her pet hates, her fears, how to make her happy and some of her favourite things. Of course, she didn't get any of this information without the cost of her answers to the same questions, but she felt it was a more than fair trade-off and it felt good to have someone who knew these things about her apart from her dads.
Another good thing that had come out of the weekend with Quinn was that she had been able to double the number of times she was able to double the number of times she had felt her favourite feeling and it was all thanks to Quinn. When she had gone to have her shower in the morning Quinn decided she was within her rights to join her in the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" Rachel asked when she found Quinn following her.
"Come on Rach. Are you seriously going to try and argue with me having a shower with you after the weekend we've had? I'm pretty sure I would have you covered for reasons, so just don't fight it." Quinn soothed and began to massage Rachel's bare back as she spoke. Rachel thought for a second before she spoke.
"Fine. But we still have to get ready for school." Rachel warned.
"I'll keep my hands to myself then." Something by the look and the way Quinn said that made Rachel feel like she was walking into a trap but she pushed the thoughts aside. Part of her wanted it to be a trap anyway.
Half an hour later (it had been a trap, but Rachel offered little to no resistance), they got out of the shower. When they were both dressed, had eaten and had fixed their hair, they got in Quinn's car and set off to school.
"Do you plan on ever coming out?" Quinn asked bluntly.
"I do. I just think it needs to be done... delicately." Rachel answered slowly trying to be sure she used the right words as to avoid hurting Quinn's feelings.
"Don't give me that Rach. I know that you don't really want to and that's okay with me. I just want to know if you have any real plans of doing it. I care about you and even if I do want to come out I don't want to if you don't or if it makes you feel uncomfortable." Quinn half consoled half reprimanded. She sounded like she wanted to add something but held whatever it was back. Rachel was shocked. How could Quinn think that it was her problem? She was only looking after Quinn's reputation.
Rachel opened her mouth to voice this when she stopped herself. Maybe Quinn was right. Maybe it was her problem if they came out at school. Quinn didn't have a problem with it and had even told her this, but still she refused.
"I... I want to Quinn. I'm just scared. I didn't even realise I was using your reputation to hide my own fears. But I guess I want to, I just don't know how or when." Rachel dropped her head. She felt a hand on her chin.
"Look at me Rach." Rachel felt Quinn's hand pull her up a bit. She fought for a minute but eventually her eyes were raised to Quinn's. "It's okay Rach, I understand. We can think about it and do it when we're ready okay. It doesn't change the way I feel about you." This made Rachel feel a little better. No matter what she would still have Quinn. They pulled up to the school and got out.
"Buck up Rachel. It'll be okay." Quinn looked around quickly and then pecked Rachel's cheek. Rachel could feel the spot burning with embarrassment and the feeling of Quinn. They walked inside and went their separate ways.
"I'll be at your locker at lunch Rachel." Quinn called over her shoulder. This made Rachel feel even better and although she still felt pretty bad, she could at least act neutral which was probably better than nothing.
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When Rachel got to her locker at lunch Quinn was already standing there waiting for her.
"Hi Rachel." Quinn said brightly.
"Hi Quinn." Rachel replied.
"Are you feeling better? I didn't mean to upset you this morning." Quinn was sounded sad.
"It's okay. It's my problem, I'll deal with it." Rachel replied.
"No." Quinn stated.
"No what?" Rachel had no idea what Quinn was talking about.
"It's not you 'problem' and you aren't the only one who is going to deal with it regardless. Anything that happens with you now is not 'you' it's 'us'." Quinn looked not angry but fierce as she spoke. Rachel was heartened and a little terrified at the same time so she decided to smile.
"That of course does not mean you don't have any independence. It just means that if something is bugging you I want to know about it and help." Quinn continued. When she stopped talking her eyes darkened and she looked angry. Rachel didn't know why until she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Finn standing with his hands in his pocket and he was leaning against the lockers.
"Hello Finn." Rachel said in a falsely cheery voice.
"Hi Rachel. Quinn." He said Quinn's name in a darker voice then Rachel's. "I was just wondering if I could speak with you Rachel." He sounded nervous which wasn't a good sign for Rachel.
"Okay. About what?" She pressed hoping he would say something trivial like glee or a school subject.
"Can I talk to you in private?" He said avoiding her question. That was even worse news for Rachel so she looked to Quinn for some help.
"It's fine Rach. I'll just wait here for you." That wasn't really what Rachel wanted to hear Quinn say either, but she had no choice but to go with Finn a few steps down the hall. Rachel tried her best to keep Quinn just within earshot.
"So Finn, what is it you wanted?" She asked him already knowing the answer. He looked a bit pained for a second before he spoke.
"I don't think you should be friends with Quinn." He said in a rush. That hadn't really been what Rachel had expected so she was a bit taken aback.
"I know you don't but..." Rachel started before Quinn cut her off.
"Look Rachel you know as well as anyone that she just lies and manipulates people so she can get what she wants. She's evil." Rather than convincing Rachel that they shouldn't be friends, Finn was just making her angry.
"Look Finn I appreciate that you're trying to help me but Quinn and I are friends. She is not only is she not mean to me but she is nice and actually cares about what I have to say. I would also appreciate it if you left her alone as well." He moved closer to her and grabbed her hand lightly.
"Look Rach. If this is about popularity you can just go out with me again. I think we should give us another try anyway." There it was. Exactly what Rachel had been expecting to begin with.
"Look Finn, I've moved on and I think it is best if you do too." Rachel said calmly. Finn just looked confused.
"With who?" He asked.
"That isn't important. The thing that matters is that I've moved on." She evaded.
"No. That's not true. You still love me Rachel. I know this will remind you." He leaned in and pulled Rachel by the hand until they were kissing. Rachel tried to pull away but Finn was far too strong for her. After a few seconds he pulled away. She turned to see a very pissed Quinn Fabray standing next to her looking lethal.