Faithfully
A/N: Sorry! My birthday was Sunday, so I kind of got caught up in the celebration, lol. Well, here's the next installment of this story, and I had to watch the few Dianna Agron videos online to get a good idea of her personality.
I like to think that my version of Quinn is just a tattooed Dianna Agron, you know? Because she's nothing like her character, but she's such a morbid and also strong person, with this really sweet and humble attitude, she's got all these different sides to her personality that I love, so I'm attempting to make my Quinn, Dianna.
Some would call me obsessed, but I beg to differ.
BTW: This chapter is named after a song by Destiny's Child, called "Temptation".
Disclaimer: I forgot to put one of these in here, so here it is…I totally don't own this.
At All.
Chapter 4
It was damn obvious Quinn Fabray was head over heels in love with one Rachel Berry.
Because only one person could waltz into Quinn's life and work her into such a nervous wreck.
Only one person could reduce her to panting as she paced back and forth across the floor of her condo.
In her bra and panties.
After her encounter with the brunette in the shop today, where she basically sweet talked her way into a dinner with Quinn, she found herself built up in a frenzy all afternoon, and now she didn't know what to do.
She was stumbling over a full dissaray of clothes lying here and there and everywhere, and she seriously felt like she would start hyperventilating at any moment.
"Yo, preggers, what the fuck is going on in here?"
And for the first time Quinn Fabray was relieved to hear the voice of one Santana Lopez.
"San don't scream…"
And her wife was in tow, and so Quinn turned from her pacing adventures to pull her two friends into the room with her.
Because how do you deal with the love of your life picking you up for dinner in less than forty five minutes?
After nine years of no communication and silent moping?
"A date."
It was the first two words that had left Quinn's mouth, and she bit her fingernails in nervousness, while leaving the Latina and the blonde to stare at her, one in more confusion than the other.
As always.
"Okay…? Want to start actually speaking in full sentences? You were the one who aced literature…" Santana said obviously impatient at the reason she was sitting in her distressed friend's condo with no explanantion as to why she was actually there.
"A date…with Rachel God damn Berry! She's coming over in like forty five minutes, I don't have any clothes on…what the hell do I say to her? I mean-"
"Quinn has a date San!" Brittany said standing and clapping her hands with a sense of excitement. "Well Quinn I'll find you something…it's dirty in here though…I wonder why…" And the girl started picking up clothes around the room in wonder.
"Holy fuck Quinn! You're going on a date with Stubbles?" She said laughing, and Quinn threw her hands up in defeat.
"Santana! It's not a date, well actually I don't even know what it is, I don't even know if she's gay! What the fuck do I do?" She said and the Latina stood trying to push her laughter down.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. How long has it been sense you and Berry last talked?"
"Nine motherfucking years!" Quinn screamed and Santana rested her hands on her blonde friend's shoulders, allowing her eyes to travel towards her very active wife who was trying her hardest to find a suitable outfit for their friend.
"Quinn? Do you think beige would look good with your skin tone?"
Quinn rolled her eyes at the question and sighed before shrugging her Latina friend's hands off of her.
"Jesus, Quinn…obviously this girl is a straight up lesbian, she asked you on a date. And I'm sure even though you haven't talked to her in a long time, you'll have plenty to talk about at the dinner table tonight." She said, and she pushed the worrying friend to a seat on the bed.
"And besides…you're going on a date with Berry, she alone will have a whole shitload of things to talk about, I'm sure she'll love to tell you about her wonderfull broadway career, and her undying love for you…"
"She's moving to L.A." The voice chimed from behind them and Brittany came up from air from the thousands of clothes she was digging through, holding a short sleeved beige shirt with a black belt around it, and some black skinny jeans.
"What? Britt baby, what are you talking about?" Santana turned to face her wife, as she handed her the beige shirt she had picked out for Quinn, and Santana dropped it in her lap.
"She called the house, um…this morning after you guys went to the shop, to talk to me, and to ask me if we were alright because, did you know we were drunk last night Santana, and she saw us? But anyway, yeah, she told me she was moving to L.A., she's working for a record company now, she's been on stage ever since her first year in Julliard, did you know that?"
Quinn obviously didn't. But she did know she was destined for greatness. Always, but was seriously shocked that Rachel had really gone out of her way to get in touch with them.
Santana turned back to her anxious friend and raised her eyebrow, "You're wrong, I'm right Q, face it."
Quinn stared at the girl with worried eyes until she finally sighed and pulled the shirt over her head, "Fine, but she's not even gay…"
"Shut the fuck up tubbers and put on the damn shirt! Berry will be here at any moment and we need to get you looking fuckable so you'll get the stick out of your ass." She grabbed the black pants from her wife and handed them to her, and then she waltzed in her closet.
"San, what if Rachel isn't, though? What if this is a just a set up for some terrible heartbreak? I'm in love with her…"
"No shit, Preggers. Look, if you fucking love her so god damn much, get ready to see her. Don't blow your chance and figure shit out, make her want you jeez, and if she wasn't gay she wouldn't be on her way to pick you up, you would have been asked to meet her…trust me, I know. Just…buck the fuck up. Get confident."
And she emerged from the closet with a pair of leopard print pumps, a devious smile on her features.
"Ooh! It's my Christmas present to you, Quinn!" Brittany squealed and while Quinn stood looking slightly more relieved than she was when they first entered, she found herself being shoved back down on the bed so her friend's could slide the shoes onto her feet.
"Santana, what am I supposed to be accomplishing by wearing this outfit?" She wondered, a little tired with all the nervousness she had displayed towards them.
"Britt, obviously was going for 'please screw me, I love you', and I am topping it off. We're a good team, baby." She spoke, quite proud and pulling Quinn to her feet, so they could survey their work.
They fluffed her blonde locks, and as if planned the doorbell rang.
And the panic, gracefully returned.
"Fuck, Santana she's here…what do I do?" Quinn's forehead crinkled in worry and as an excited Brittany left to open the door Santana handed her her purse and smirked.
"Listen, Q. Go on the date and just do whatever you could possibly do to make her want you. This is your only chance. Don't blow it."
It was probably one of the sweetest moments Quinn had ever had with her best friend, and she couldn't help but crack a genuine smile at the woman she had come to love.
"You didn't use a swear word when you said that…Aww." Quinn spoke, and the Latina grimaced while she rolled her eyes and pushed the girl out of the door of her bedroom.
Quinn was met with the third time she had seen the love she had lost, and she was faced with the third moment her lips had been gapped open at the beauty that was gracing her eyesight.
There she stood, true to her high school demeanor, in a striped skirt and a short sleeved white button down, only now losing the buckled shoes and embracing spiked pumps. Quinn couldn't help but allow her eyes to rake the expanse of the brunettes body with little shame, and when she reached her eyes, they seemed to be glued to hazel one's adoring look.
"I told you she looked hot, Rachel!" Brittany said with a smile, and the brunette tore her eyes from the blonde to smile at her.
"She does look gorgeous…" Rachel murmured and she stepped forward, to greet Quinn who smiled shortly at her.
"Thank you, you look beautiful too," She said quietly and before she could say anything else, a certain Latina stepped forward and grinned at the brunette her friend was indeed supposed to be leaving with.
"Berry! What joy it is to see you after such a long time! God I'm relieved you outgrew that horrid sense of style you had in high school…" Santana said with a squeeze to her shoulder before patting it and walking over to her wife.
"Bye San," Quinn said not-so-subtly giving her the hint to get the hell out, and take her wife with her.
"Hello to you too, Santana I see things haven't changed…you and Brittany obviously didn't grow apart which I'm glad for, and I wish you two newlyweds all the best."
"Whatever, thanks I guess, I wish you and Quinn the best tonight, don't fault her for anything she hasn't been on a date in nine years, Q, remember what I said!" Santana said while she pulled her wife out of the door.
"Oh fuck you Santana!" Quinn said color flooding her face at her friend's words.
The door slammed muffling laughter and Rachel turned to look at the gorgeous blonde she was accompanying on the evening.
"I'm sorry about her…she doesn't know how to act when she's off of her leash…" Quinn said with a laugh, a nervous one of course.
Rachel smiled and stepped a little closer to her date for the evening, "It's alright, Santana has a sense of goodness in all of her actions, I've always believed that since high school, but we'll have enough time for that later, uh, you really do look gorgeous Quinn." and she brushed a piece of hair out of the blonde's face with an ease as if she'd done it all her life.
And as the tingles released themselves up Quinn's spine she smiled in return to her companion, if only for this one night and nodded her appreciation. "Thank you, Rachel, um…shall we?"
Rachel seemed to be emmersed into the view of Quinn and suddenly remembered they were going to dinner. "Oh! Of course, let's go."
And Quinn didn't know what she was about to embark on for the next hour or so, but she was a little less nervous about it as Rachel entertwined their fingers and smiled at the blonde.
Sitting across from Rachel at a table in a very expensive restauraunt was working Quinn's nerves with a inch or two of anxiety.
The brunette seemed to be intent on staring at the blonde without engaging conversation since they had been seated less than ten minutes ago.
Quinn wanted to say something but wasn't quite sure what to say, but as always, Rachel beat her to the punch.
"Why, California, Quinn?" She said, and it was a fairly loaded question and obviously one that had been on her mind for a long time.
"Why not?" Quinn answered after a brief period of silence and she allowed herself the moment to ponder.
Rachel lowered her gaze from the woman and licked her lips.
"There were so many different places you could have gone, and you chose California."
"I wanted to get as far away from Lima as I could, UCLA offered a scholarship in art, I took it, I loved to draw…it was the one thing that I did that my parents hated and I enjoyed, even more than glee club."
Rachel tilted her head, "I know, you used to draw pictures of me and leave them in my locker junior year, each with a different scene, do you remember?"
Quinn smiled slightly, "Yeah…I was sort of a people watcher."
She actually was sort of a 'Rachel watcher'.
"Yeah, they would never cease to make my day better…Everyday no matter how many times I got slushied or picked on, I would just open my locker door and smile at the pictures that would be waiting for me, they were amazing, I always knew you would do great things with your talent-"
"Why didn't you call Rachel?" Quinn cut her off and the brunette snapped her head upwards to glance up at the girl.
It seeemed she wasn't expecting the question just as Quinn hadn't been expecting the inquiry she had just tossed out at her.
"I-I don't know, Quinn. Why didn't you call?" She asked, sitting back and turning the tables, and Quinn bit her bottom lip in thought, it was a seriously unknown question, why hadn't either of them called. Especially the blonde of the duo, since she was the one obsessively in love with the other.
"I figured you had a husband, and you had broadway…and you just didn't have time, to talk to me, and I didn't have your number." She added as an after thought.
"Well…no husband, I was busy with the stage…but I always have time for you, Quinn…I always did…why would you possibly think that I wouldn't have time for my best friend?" Rachel said reaching to grab the expanse of Quinn's hand.
And the sting of the title she had deemed Quinn with was slightly dulled by the feeling of their connecting skin.
"I don't know…most would say that my mind has been kind of warped for a very long time." Quinn said absentmindedly.
Rachel, studied the girl intently and let her eyes flicker to her arm, that was only halfway covered by the short sleeves of the shirt.
"A warped mind, created that gorgeous tattoo?" She spoke almost innocently.
And Quinn pulled her hand from her grasp, refusing to go an adeventure of inquiries about her tattoo.
"Yes, it did, and I would rather keep it to myself, the tattoo, I mean." She grabbed her almost untouched glass of wine and took a swig as if hoping to direct the attention from her arm to her growing drinking problem, only growing around one Rachel Berry, rather.
"Well, I'm just curious, Quinn and you said sometime later and this is a later date, I'm concerned at the ink masterpiece that you have permanently tinted your skin with, is it a reminder of something…or perhaps someone?" Rachel spoke, running her words together with that Minkenly High School familiarity.
"No."
That was a lie.
"Come on Quinn, that's what we're here for, and this is about the only effective way I can think of getting answers from you…" It was the distressed version of Rachel, and Quinn was kind of amused at how whiny she sounded.
She could think of another effective way to get answers.
"Why are you working for a record company, and not in New York?" Quinn asked, her head tilted to the side, and her mind adamant of changing the subject.
Rachel sighed, and let a small smirk grace her features, "How did I know the honorable Brittany would allow you to know that information?"
"Beats me, superstar. Tell me what's brought you to the lovely sunny state of California?" Quinn questioned and could almost see the urge to lie in Rachel's eyes. The brunette allowed her hand to rest on Quinn's thigh under the table, and the blonde took another swig of wine to calm her nerves at the touch.
"I could have stayed in New York, they offered me the job at their New York office, originally."
"Why L.A.?"
Rachel raised an eyebrow, and moved her thumb around the expanse of Quinn's jean covered thigh.
"Why not?"
Quinn help the small laugh that escaped her throat at her ode to the answer supplied just moments before.
"So sometime soon we're going call each other's bluff and answer these unanswered questions, I think." Rachel supplied and Quinn was struggling to allow her mind to agree with the feeling of her hand on her leg and her mind running around in unknown places like her bedroom and what fun both of them could have finding answers…
"Maybe…"
Quinn studied this exceptionally and amazingly gorgeous woman that she loved so much and so much she actually wanted to tell her after all these years.
"So, tell me…what was the famous Rachel Berry doing outside of a gay bar in West Hollywood on a Friday night?" Quinn found the wine sliding through her system easily and the question sliding off of her lips with no embarrassment.
Rachel smiled and it seemed her hand rose a little higher on the adventure it was partaking in under the table on Quinn's thigh and she briefly felt her mind fogging up.
"Hoping to meet someone sexy, and I'm so very happy I got to accomplish that mission…" She spoke and it could have been Quinn's imagination that was turning Rachel's voice into a husky tone that was intimately seducing Quinn.
"I don't think…Santana would appreciate you talking about Brittany that way." Quinn said with an amount of smoothness that scared her seeing as her body was shaking.
Rachel smiled and leaned closer to her, and Quinn was finding it hard to pull her mouth away from the full lips of her, Rachel, the one she, had been desiring to kiss for so long.
"I've missed you Quinn…"
"I can tell." Quinn said and she licked her lips unconsciously, the closeness of their mouths almost suffocating her, she was finding a little bead of sweat trickle down her neck, either from the heat of the wine or Rachel's hand caressing her jean-covered skin, she didn't know.
And it seemed it would only require a slight inch of movement for her to taste the hint of greatness she had wanted to taste for so long, but the moment never came, they were interrupted by one waiter, which Quinn found herself plotting to kill and she sat back in her seat, allowing him to set the food down in front of them, Rachel's hand removing itself, much to Quinn's dissapointment, and the blonde crossed her legs, trying supply some friction to the mound of nerves that was suffering from arousement.
Rachel didn't remove her eyesight from that of Quinn's hazel ones, and took a swig of her own wine glass.
"Is that the only tattoo you have?" Rachel asked and the tension filled silence was rescued by that question with Quinn grinning at the brunette.
"Someone has an obsession with my tattoos," Quinn said stabbing a piece of her food with an unknown amount of intensity.
"Maybe, but it's fascinating, I never would have taken you as this pierced tattooed artist, and they just look so beautiful with your skin…you always had beautiful drawings Quinn, always, so I'm happy that you found something to do with that talent." Rachel said her eyes flickering to the half covered tattoo again.
"No, it's not the only tattoo I have," Quinn spoke answering her question and bypassing her compliment, hoping the flush from her cheeks would be dead by now.
She let the air be filled with silence before she spoke.
"I have Beth, right below my neck…my hair covers it up, it's nothing really extravagant, not like the one on my arm…but to answer your question earlier, it's for the memory of a person…her, I-It's stupid, because why would I want to remember her…and I was the one who gave her up? But it was my first tattoo, and well, I um…designed it, so yeah."
She always got nervous and shaky when it came to her adopted daughter, the one she had actually given to Rachel's mother.
"It's not stupid, Quinn, it's lovely and sweet." Rachel said, quickly picking up on the trouble of talking about the adoption.
"Rachel? It doesn't bother you does it?"
"That Shelby gave me up? That she adopted your baby? No…it doesn't actually, I talk to her from time to time, and the happiness she has for the little girl is great…" Rachel let her fork twirl around, playing with her food as she spoke.
"Sometimes I get sad and I wonder why she couldn't ever be there for me, and take care of me the way she takes care of Beth, but I'm over it…because the little girl loves her, on the chance Shelby gives her the phone and lets her talk to me, I can tell in her voice."
Quinn felt her heart tug at the sadness radiating off of Rachel, and also the feeling of regret and guilt that Rachel was in touch with her daughter and actually got to talk to her.
"Wow…you've talked to her?" Quinn said, and she stared questioningly at Rachel.
Rachel smiled nodding and reached down in her purse to pull out a picture. It was of a little blonde girl with hazel eyes, and a smile that matched the one of the girl sitting across from the brunette at the table.
"She looks almost exactly identical to you, Quinn, and she talks like you too…she's got a beautiful singing voice but, she loves to draw."
Rachel spoke and she handed Quinn the picture that Shelby had sent to her, and Quinn's shaking hands took the look into her daughters eyes, and she smiled, staring at the face of the daughter she had given up.
"When Shelby found out I was coming to L.A., to catch up with you…she wanted to give this to you, she had been trying to figure out a way to get in touch, but could never figure out where you were, Quinn…it's alright to miss her."
She studied the picture a little more before she laid in on the table.
"I know, I've always missed her. From the moment she left my arms, I've missed her…I've missed a lot of things my entire life, but I deal. I'm Quinn Fabray, it's what I do." She spoke, taking a bite from her food to ease the sadness in her mind, and convincing herself more than Rachel.
"Deal, huh? You're not fooling anyone but yourself Quinn, I know you're sad…you're successful, but you're sad…and you're vunerable, own up to it." Rachel spoke, and Quinn snapped her eyes to match that of Rachel's.
"You haven't spoken to me in nine years, but you all of a sudden know me?" Quinn snapped and she expected the taken aback look of a scared and frightened Rachel Berry, but only the headstrong hardheaded Rachel appeared at her words.
"I knew you nine years ago, and I know you now-"
"The hell you do, Rachel…I'm not the same Quinn Fabray from high school, a lot of shit has changed about me."
"Obviously, Quinn. You think I don't see that? You think I don't understand? I know you left the old Quinn Fabray in Lima." Rachel spoke, and she was challenging her with the look, daring her to speak.
"You don't understand Rachel…you're still you, you had nothing to lose, you're still talented and beautiful Rachel Berry…"
"I had a lot to lose Quinn!"
"Cut the shit, Rachel. You knew you would do big things, and you didn't need anyone to help you, nor did you need anyone to watch you, you have your parent's love and nothing else could have stopped you."
"I lost you Quinn! I lost my best friend, why wasn't she there to watch me? I wanted her there to watch me!" She said desperately.
"But I wasn't your best friend Rachel. I didn't want to be…I couldn't lie to you about it, but I was too much of a pussy to tell you the truth!"
"So tell me the truth, now Quinn! Please, for once in your life be Lima, Ohio Quinn Fabray and forget about West Hollywood Quinn Fabray."
A short silence passed through the air and Quinn looked at the girl sitting across from her, before she stood and grabbed her purse and walked out of the restaurant. She felt the spiked heels of Rachel clicking as she chased after her, out of the door and walking away from her chance, but she couldn't do it. It was scary, she knew her too well, she knew too much.
"Quinn, wait!" Rachel called and before Quinn could hail a taxi she had grabbed her wrist.
"Let me go, Rachel…this was a mistake," She said small tears welling up in her eyes not really sure why she was finding herself so emotional.
"I just want the truth, Quinn."
"It's too much for you Rachel, and I don't have time to deal with someone else letting me down in my life." She spoke, and to her relief a taxi pulled up to her.
But Rachel pulled her back to her, close to her body, and wouldn't allow Quinn the satisfaction of leaving her side, and it was the determination that Quinn had witnessed from a long time ago that was back and as fiery as it was in Rachel's eyes.
"I won't let you down, Quinn. I'm not everyone else."
It seemed like everything else around them was silent and in slow motion.
"Why did you move to L.A.?" Quinn whispered.
"For you."
And she grabbed the blonde with a vigor and pressed her lips to hers with no hesitation, moving her full lips over hers with a sense of desperation and need, and obviously she had fantasized about this moment with this one woman for a very long time.
Quinn's hands rested on Rachel's hips, and before long had squeezed the curve of her backside, while the brunette probed her tongue inside of her mouth and ran it along Quinn's in away that was threatening to make her knees go weak.
Her hands were in Quinn's hair, gripping her head with a challenge as if asking the blonde to attempt to pull away from the heated embrace they were caught in.
A moan escaped Quinn's lips at the flicking of Rachel's tongue and she found her hands under Rachel's skirt, wondering how they made it there, and now were tracing the lace of her panties, and causing her to leak her own.
Rachel's moan of appreciation broke Quinn's trance and she snatched herself away from the brunette, stumbling backwards.
She turned and went to open the taxi door, and slide in, but before she could close it in the brunette's face, she caught it, causing Quinn to look up at her.
And the truth was lying in Rachel's eyes burning Quinn's own gaze, as she allowed the words to burn in her brain.
"This isn't over, Quinn."
A/N: Whoo! Intense! I hoped you guys saw I fixed my error what with Quinn's eyes and all, aren't you guys like happy to see some actual Faberry action? Me too!
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-Mimi