Faithfully

A/N: Okay! I'm back and a little excited about how I'm gonna write this story, lol.

But forewarning, I might have to delete my fan fiction account which will result in me either getting a new one or posting on live journal.

But you don't have to worry about that til' September!

BTW: This chapter is named after a line in Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody". Fell in love with the song recently!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Please, I would have seduced Dianna Agron into being my wife by now. And then she'd be my baby mama. It's all written down somewhere in my plans for world domination, but I haven't gotten around to it yet, so sadly, no I don't own it.

Chapter 6

Sometime's the best reactions came from your closest friends, but then again depending on the personality of the friend in question it could be the best...or worst reaction.

For instance, for one Quinn Fabray the case was worse, when it came to a certain Latina finding out about certain events that took place in the office a mere week ago, which she successfully dodged telling her about.

It might have been a bad idea to reveal the story at a table at their favorite coffee shop, too.

Because when Quinn got to the part in the tale where she "kind of" slept with Rachel Berry, Santana basically sprayed the table next to them with the cappuccino she was sipping on prior to the information.

"You kind of slept with her? What the fuck did you do that for, you moron?" Santana sputtered, grabbing a napkin to dab her mouth with while Quinn allowed a laugh to escape her lips at the sight.

"It just…happened."

"I'm calling bullshit, now give me a real answer Fabray." She spoke immediately cutting Quinn off, and the blonde darted her eyes across the room to scan the pictures on the wall.

"Hello, Q?" The brunette snapped her fingers to catch the dazed tattoo artist who lazily allowed her eyes to match those of Santana's.

"Can I get back to you on that?"

"Rachel Caroline Berry!"

"Oh hell to the no!"

Now here was a different scenario completely, the voice of one equally scandalized Kurt Hummel and Mercedes Jones, when the climax came of Rachel's own reveal of why she was still just a little sore…a week later.

They were sitting, both with their legs crossed wine glasses in hand in her newly furnished living room with rosy cheeks and shocked expressions.

Kurt, the label's newly hired choreographer and vocal coach, and Mercedes Jones, the platinum selling recording artist, who doubled as Rachel's friends lounged on her sofa like this every day since she moved in.

Mr. Kurt Hummel himself had been informed of one Rachel's mission to be in L.A. and his significant desire to be of any help should she need it. And well, Mercedes of course came along with the deal…considering she was signed to the label Rachel was taking over.

It was all so convenient.

They had been anticipating her arrival, and she invited them over to her newly purchased and fully furnished home, to tell them about her run-in with Quinn Fabray.

"You let her get the goodies in the office? On the desk? Damn girl…" Mercedes commented taking a long swig of her drink and Kurt snickered causing Rachel to roll her eyes as she continued with her task of hanging and setting up pictures as she talked.

"I'm am just so shocked at you, Ms. Hotpants! I'm trying to figure out if this is the same Rachel Berry I went to high school with!" The boy spoke with his hand on his chest in genuine surprise.

Rachel let a small blush take over her face.

"I was thinking the same about Quinn…she's different you guys, she's still outspoken and strong just like I fell in love with but…afraid, closed off you know?" She said and she stood on her tiptoes to place the frame on top of the tall white fireplace she was trying to fill.

"Quinn was always closed off, ever since she gave Beth to your mom, Rachel. She's probably being cautious about feelings." Mercedes mused.

"She certainly isn't cautious about certain…urges, hmm?" Kurt spoke and Mercedes joined him in giggles.

Rachel shook her head.

"It was my fault…I pushed her over the edge, but to be honest I was just trying to get a rise out of her, she wasn't giving me any kind of actual answers." Rachel spoke indignantly, trying to defend her actions in a small way.

"That sounds like a wonderful way to get answers, Ms. Rachel." Kurt mused.

"Yes, tell us how many answers did you get?" Mercedes added, an eyebrow raised in questioning.

Rachel spun to face them both, her hands on her hips. She had the signature Rachel Berry look of pre-rant.

"I'll have you both know that Quinn and I figured out that we need to have a severe and elongated discussion in which we discuss our misdirected feelings and misunderstood actions of displaying these feelings, and we intend on filling out that presumption…I don't know when, but I'm sure we will meet up soon, to handle things." She finished with a huff and the two divas shared a look with a meaningful eye roll.

"You lost me at discussion, to be honest." Kurt declared.

"Well, moving along here, let's get to the most important part of the whole damn subject," Mercedes interjected.

"Which would be?"

"How was it?"

"Is that really what you're asking me?" Quinn spoke, a look of disbelief on her face at the Latina who seemed most interested in everything that involved the impromptu events that took place in the office.

"Quinn answer the damn question!"

"Okay yes! I'm scared to be rejected by Rachel." She spoke, and she ran her hand through her golden locks nervously.

Santana grinned. "You told her too. Didn't you? You're such a moron!" She said shaking her head.

"We're on a path of discovery or some shit, San. I needed to tell her…"

"Yeah after you fucked her brains out," She deadpanned taking a sip of java from her cup and enjoying the squirm reflex evident in all of Quinn's features.

"Shut up S! It's all about being honest, and that shouldn't have happened…I shouldn't have let her push me over the edge to do that to her, it was unprofessional, and totally unromantic." Quinn added as an afterthought.

"Kimberly says most of the shop was cleared…but she didn't appreciated the show you guys gave her."

Quinn's eyes widened at Santana's declaration and the Latina laughed at the expression clouding her features.

"And to answer your question? Yes you're right, it is all about being honest. But why would you be scared of rejection from Rachel? She fucking moved here for you…"

It weighed heavy on Quinn's mind now, the sacrifice being made.

"Exactly, that's a lot to do just to be near one person San, what if this just ends all badly? What if she hurts me? Or I hurt her?"

"What if it works out?" Santana inquired and Quinn had to claw away the itch for a cigarette.

In times like these, with stupid but burning question sessions, the cancer sticks encouraged her brain to think realistically and rationally.

Santana Lopez was a different type of cancer stick.

She actually would make you consider every possibly scenario. And if you were set on one outcome she was set on making you hopeful for another. But to be honest, when it came to this, this tangled attachment that Quinn was most definitely not used to talking about outside of the confines of her mind, she couldn't chance hoping for another. She wanted…needed to know.

"I mean, you saw her S. She's classy…she's elegant. She wears these careful coordinated outfits…you can tell." She spoke remembering the suit that hugged the curves prior to the unclothing of the brunette.

"Yeah, a serious long way from the shit she used to wear in high school, now she actually looks like a woman, and not a kindergarten teacher slash toddler." Santana spoke her eyes hard at the revelation.

Quinn had to laugh a little happily at the memory of the hideous argyle ensembles Rachel would craft together to appear in school with.

"Yeah she was sort of fashionably retarded…"

"Sort of?" Santana spoke laughing loudly and Quinn joined her.

It was a nice moment to remember some time ago when she could sit in Rachel's room and contemplate taking all those outfits and just tossing them…except for the skirts.

She had a thing for the skirts.

But didn't everyone?

"So…" Santana started, cutting her eyes to glance at Quinn suggestively and the blonde rolled her eyes knowing her best friend all too well.

"I already know what you're about to ask me…"

"…How tight was she?"

"I will not disclose the information of our intimate moments with you two housewives!" Rachel spoke, nose perfectly arched in the air, moving to add more frames of snapshots to the space that desperately needed filling.

"Bitch, what you two did was not intimate!" Mercedes accused pointing a manicured fingernail at the scandalous brunette, Kurt just sipped his wine in agreement.

"That was pure animalistic, fucking." He spoke with a certain purr to his voice which Rachel could have sworn got more unmistakable with the number of glasses of wine.

She faced her cackling friends, grabbing her own glass of wine.

"Quinn and I just had a moment of passion…and we misjudged our proper timing and placement-"

"Bullshit Rachel Berry! You pissed off the new angry-all-the-time tattooed and pierced Quinn Fabray and she started teasing the kitty and you probably all but begged her to scratch that familiar itch for you, when you saw how sexy she was!" Kurt called and Rachel had to admit, no matter how tipsy he was…he was right.

Possessiveness had always been a major turn on for Rachel and when her blonde love had appeared to be a little on the possessive side for her that day, her body betrayed her class and surroundings.

She felt herself get hot under the collar at the memories of bodies and skin and contact, and promptly took a long drag of her drink.

"Girl, I'm gonna take that gulp of wine you just had as a yes." Mercedes answered on her behalf and Rachel couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips when the two shared a high five.

"Santana, you're such a fucking sex addict." Quinn declared with a smirk and the Hispanic girl seemed undeterred by the comment made.

"You know it! But can you blame me for being curious as to Rachel freaking Berry's ability to be good in the sack?" the tanned girl questioned and Quinn rolled her hazel eyes.

"Yes. And you'll just have to be curious. I don't kiss and tell."

"Since when?"

"Since I started actually sleeping with someone I want."

"You're such a bitch."

"Why thank you, I get that a lot." Quinn said flashing a smile and pressing her palm to her chest in a glamorous fashion.

The Latina rolled her eyes, whipping out her phone to scroll down the pages in an obvious boredom state.

"Blah, blah, blah…sometimes I get really bored with being a lawyer." She said in a monotone.

Quinn just shook her head and allowed her eyes to travel to those of an obvious smitten waitress who trying and failing to be subtle in the slightest.

Her eyes were trained on Quinn's arm, and the broadcasted piece there, and she smiled at the blonde, letting her eyes rake the exposed skin of Quinn's stomach and pierced belly button.

Quinn bit her lip, subconsciously, unconsciously knowing it was affecting the poor girl for she tripped over her own feet and lost a coffee mug to the floor, further embarrassing herself to the blonde she was hoping to impress. Quinn watched the skinny girl drop to her knees to retrieve all the broken glass.

Cute.

"Check this out, Fabray."

And her eyes moved from the futile shopgirl to rake that of Santana's touch screen.

It revealed some sort of celebrity news site. The headline was a picture of a large home located in L.A., that looked like it cost way more than it needed to, there was a nice little caption under the greatly captured picture and Quinn allowed her eyes to scan through it.

'Two time Tony award winning actress, and four time Grammy winning singer/songwriter Rachel Berry purchases three story two million dollar home in L.A., moving in town to take a break from performing. She will make her business home at Universal Records, taking on the role of President. Berry went on record to say that she's "looking forward to taking the label into new directions and only hopes to add to it's impending success." Berry has a degree in Music Engineering and also a Masters in business, and is obviously comfortably making the transition from entertainer to leader.'

Quinn let her eyes rake over the candid photo of the short brunette entering said large home as she finished the article, and Santana pulled her phone back.

"Looks like you've got your hands full Q. This is a very famous and important woman." Santana spoke with a smirk on her face.

Quinn could only nod silently. She was well aware of the success and obvious caliber Rachel was cast into. She knew…it was part of her jitters. Why would a tortured tattooed soul such as her even think of going after six time award winning superstar, and now president Rachel Berry.

The gold star.

Rachel had shooed her buddies out of her home, promising a lunch gathering soon, retreating to the office of her home and settling on the computer to do just a little more research on her tattooed lover.

Puck had told her of Quinn's refusal to take her mother's money to start up her profitable business and of how she would much rather get a loan from the bank and do it herself.

She didn't need her mother's money, just as she had declared.

She proved to be quite the tattoo artist. It appeared that she opened her first shop in L.A., and from there managed to branch out in different areas.

Her favorite was West Hollywood, closest to home, obviously.

Noah had also informed her that she would not look identical to her appearance in high school and Rachel was prepared for that, for she didn't look identical to herself in high school.

She was naturally expecting Quinn to look a little different.

She wasn't expecting the goddess she had been pressed up against a week ago, with her multiple tattoos and pierced nose and belly button, and grown out long blonde locks.

She wasn't expecting her cutoff shorts and extra small tank tops, she certainly was a direct opposite to Rachel.

And somehow the brunette found herself falling into the abyss that was the girl.

She looked at the pictures of her lover from a couple of news sites, and Rachel could bet the blonde didn't even know she was being followed. One even had a story, but it was obviously from a while back.

'Acclaimed tattoo artist Quinn Fabray arrives at her West Hollywood home with her left arm wrapped securely in bandages, and our guts are telling us that maybe she's nesting a new creation. Our ink junkie seems to be doing successful with opening a new shop in New York this past weekend, rumor has it that TLC has offered her a T.V. show twice already, but that she has declined both times.'

The candid shots of Quinn sunglasses perched over her hazel eyes shielding the beauty's from the rays of the sun while her long blonde locks swayed perfectly in the wind seemed like they were almost planned with the gorgeous film of the camera.

Rachel spent a moment just staring at the beauty that was the blonde bombshell she was in love with.

How was she gonna tame this gorgeous Aphrodite?

And it seemed her phone was coordinating itself with her thoughts, because it rang promptly on time with the finished thought bringing Rachel out of her reverie.

She picked up the way to expensive cell phone that the record label had provided her with and raised her eyebrows as a new text waited for her.

Lunch? -Quinn

Rachel couldn't help the smile that graced her lips.

Sandwich shop on West and 4th, ten minutes. Do not be late, it irritates me. -Rachel

She stood upon replying and started her search for more proper clothes, for this occasion, that she so delightfully had received an invitation to.

I wouldn't dream of irritating you, the queen of irritation. -Quinn

Rachel rolled her eyes and tapped a quick response before leaving the phone to it's spot on her desk.

Just be at the shop, smartass. -Rachel

Rachel entered her favorite spot for food with the sight of a crossed legged Quinn Fabray, sipping a soda and bouncing her heeled foot. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and faintly made Rachel venture back to high school.

She pulled her shawl from her body and wrapped around the back of the chair as she took a seat across from the blonde.

"You were on time." Rachel stated, leaning her body over the table, and the blonde raised an eyebrow at the girl's posture.

"You were late." Quinn replied, a toothpick being twiddled between her fingertips.

Rachel raises an eyebrow at the blonde's declaration upon her arrival and only smirks in response.

She let's her gaze rake over the exposed face of Quinn, save for the bangs sweeping her forehead and takes in the sight.

"Plan on telling me about your new two million dollar home?"

"You'll see it soon, I'm sure."

"I'm not that easy Berry." Quinn stated, sipping from her cup once more. And Rachel smirked at the remark.

"I meant I'd probably give you a tour soon, but either way works for me…" She trailed and she licked her lips at the hooded look tossed her way from the blonde.

"Is there any substance of meaning to this meeting?" Rachel asked since the girl seemed intent on not replying.

"You seem to keep forgetting that there is business to get done, requiring this so called "tattoo" you want me to do for you." Quinn said setting her cup of liquid down next to her now folded hands matching her eyes to the really close brunette.

"I have been distracted." Rachel responded letting her eyes trail from the small amount of cleavage being exposed from Quinn all the way to the twirling toothpick between her fingertips.

"I can see." Quinn spoke following her gaze.

The brunette locked eyes with the artist and smiled sheepishly at her, but then she remembered…there was an actual point to her finding the acclaimed tattoo champ.

"Do you even really want a tattoo Rachel?" Quinn asked a incredulous look on her features.

"I actually do, nothing big and extravagant like that gorgeous piece on your arm, just something simple, and sweet just like me. I'm not into anything huge and complicated-"

"Says the girl who talks like a human dictionary and just bought a two million dollar mansion." Quinn smirked and tried to not allow her foot to trail up the expanse of the other girl's leg.

"I'm going to disregard your insult towards my intelligence and well expanded vocabulary, like I was saying…I just want something simple."

"Words or a picture?"

"Words…actually."

Quinn nodded, words were always the easiest. The only thing to be decided was if you wanted a certain design to them, and what font you needed.

"Well what do you want it to say? A name? A phrase? A verse?" Quinn said intrigued at what the seemingly straight laced Rachel Berry would want permanently tainted on her body.

"Actually…I want…just a word…actually."

"Which would be?"

"'Faithfully'."

Quinn's eyes widened and she stared at the girl with honest disbelief. How could she possibly make this decision and not expect a sense of anger from Quinn.

The blonde leaned forward, swallowing. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm connected to the song, Quinn, it has nothing to do with you-"

Quinn slammed her hands down on the table surface in anger. "The hell it doesn't Rachel. Is this supposed to flatter me in some sort of sick way? You have no idea why I did my tattoo, you have no idea of anything!" the blonde spat at the woman and seemed to draw an attention from the entire restaurant.

"Then enlighten me. Tell me about your huge piece Quinn?"

"I can't…Rachel-"

"Then this conversation is over, I'll find someone else adequate to do the tattoo Quinn, I have my reasons." She stood from the table, grabbed her shawl and exited the shop and it seemed Quinn's brain clicked into place.

She followed the brunette, calling after her.

"Rachel, wait!"

The brunette turned tiredly to face the girl whom she was so totally in love with and was met with the eyes of a sorrowful person.

"I'm…I'm sorry about what happened in the office…I lost control."

"I'm not sorry Quinn. And I know you lost control, I know what I'm doing, just let me." Rachel pleaded and here they were again, outside on this sidewalk begging each other to understand.

Quinn stepped closed to her and lowered her eyes. "Give me some time, I'll tell you about my tattoo…I will."

Rachel stood in a state of pondering and wonderment and stared into the eyes of the girl. Finding truth and desperation in them.

She placed her hands on either side of the girl's face and she looked up at her.

"Okay."

Quinn sighed and leaned in to press her lips to the brunette's in contentment, not really sure of the direction they were headed, still.

Tongues mingled lazily with one another before she disengaged from the embrace.

"I want this tattoo on my bikini line, Quinn…" Rachel said softly and Quinn raised her eyebrows at the location before her eyes clouded over.

Rachel, exposed, while she marked her.

Fuck.

She pressed her lips hungrily to the girl once more wrapping her arms around Rachel's waist sliding her hands up her back to hold her neck while she worked her mouth feverishly over hers in a lust filled desperation and fantasy at the thought of tatting her, of being the one, the only one who got to mark her.

Rachel sucked on Quinn's bottom lip, biting softly into the flesh before letting her tongue inside the crevice of her mouth to have relations with Quinn's. The moved like that, a un-choreographed dance that seemed well scripted. Pushed against each other with a passion that the outside world couldn't even touch.

Rachel allowed her hands to slide down Quinn's neck, down her shirt, and then under the material to feel the bare breasts, to flick her thumbs over the pert nipples simultaneously, earning a moan from the blonde.

"Fuck, Rachel…we're on the sidewalk…"

"Then get me off this sidewalk."

Quinn backed her backwards into the alley between the sandwich shop and the bookshop, back in the shadows where they were hidden by the darkness and shut off place, but could be seen so easily.

Rachel turned them so Quinn was up against the brick wall, her mouth never leaving the confines of her own, while her hands found themselves quickly undoing the button of her shorts and inching themselves past the waist of her panties.

Quinn pulled her mouth away from the girl to cry out at the contact of the girl's cold fingers and her dripping sex.

"Fuck Quinn…you're soaking." Rachel spoke, and she tantalizingly caressed her slit with precision earning a desperate squirming from the blonde who was so eager to be fucked, to overwhelmed with the presence of the shorter brunette to really focus on the fact that maybe this wasn't a good idea.

"Jesus Rachel, please…"

"Please what?" Rachel teased bringing her lips to the girl's ear a biting it sweetly before moving her mouth downwards to the succulent neck, biting harshly and licking the place, aware of the mark she would probably leave behind.

"Fuck me…now Rachel, right here…please." Quinn begged moaning and grabbing at the girl desperately, running her fingers through her hair, grabbing the brown locks tightly with the contact of her mouth and her neck, and her fingers teasing her clit unashamed.

Rachel pressed a kiss to her neck before she plunged three fingers deep inside the girl without warning and setting a fast pace that had her hitting the girl's spot quickly with a harsh force.

"Fuck Rach…Yes…" She cried out, wrapping one long leg around the shorter girl's waist allowing her sink her fourth finger inside of her quickly causing Quinn to tilt her head back and gasp audibly.

She bucked her hips with the time of Rachel's busy fingers, aware of the girl's breath on her neck and her ponytail falling from it's precise place atop of her head.

"It turns you on, doesn't it? Marking me?"

"Fuck yes…right there Rachel…right there…yes." She moaned, her hands sliding down the shirt of the girl and scraping her fingertips up and down her back causing the brunette to gasp and her panties to grow wet with arousal.

"Shit Quinn…I know…I want you to mark me, only you, because I only want your burn on me, your bruise…permanently." She spoke the words huskily feeling the blonde grip her tightly as she worked herself against her quickly moving fingers with sharp strokes.

"Oh god Rachel…fuck I'm so close, harder, I need it…harder." She panted and the girl brought her hand to her ass gripping the flesh to slam against her finger even harder, now controlling both forces at a rapid speed.

"Hard…like that?" She questioned rhetorically watching the blonde's face contort in pleasure as she gripped the girl almost tighter than she had before, placing one hand behind her on the brick wall.

"Fuck, yes! Right there, right there Rachel…fuck me, oh god…oh Jesus fucking Christ…" Rachel smirked at her lover, knowing she was a talker…a screamer.

She was aware of the fact that she was directly hitting the girl's spot with each thrust she ensued and it only made her nether regions swell wider with intimacy.

"Take it Quinn, take it…" Rachel trailed pressing her lips to the girls, if only to muffle the erratic sounds coming from her lips at unknown speed.

But they barely did it, for when the brunette flicked her thumb over the girl's sensitive nub, it all came crashing down.

"I'm coming, fuck Rachel yes! Fuck!"

Quinn was aware of the stars behind her eyes as she tumbled over the edge crying out, halfway muffled by Rachel's kiss the rest of her rant reduced to incoherent cries of erotic climax.

Rachel felt herself unravel with the feel of Quinn's lips on hers and let out a small moan of approval at the relief, while the girl gripped her close to her, holding her head in place as she moved her lips eagerly over hers and dominated her mouth with her tongue.

And without word, Rachel pulled her hand from the girl's sensitive slit and replaced Quinn's lips with her middle finger, sucking the juices from her lips with ease, earning a moan from the clouded and still dazed blonde.

And upon the sound, the brunette allowed her pointer finger to slide past the girl's lips and the tongue of Quinn flicked over the finger, sucking greedily like a baby sucking on a mother's nipple.

She held the hand of Rachel, and took the ring and pinky too, lapping her own juices from the girl's hands with an arousal at the taste.

Rachel watched with hooded eyes and snatched her hand from her mouth before slamming her mouth on the girl's again, running her fingers down her chest and all the way to her thigh which still kept it's home around her waist, she buried her mouth in the girl's neck polishing her mark she had made before dipping to pepper kissed on her exposed chest before looking up at her through clouded eyes.

"We'll start designing tomorrow, I'll pick you up from the office at 1." Quinn spoke softly and Rachel was aware of the fact that there was actual life going on around them now, and that they were back in an alley now tainted with the privacy of their lovemaking.

She let her fingers caress the lips they had just been slid past and licked her lips before smiling.

"Do not be late, it irritates me."

"Wouldn't dream of doing that."

A/N: That smut kind of slipped out, is that possible?

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-Mimi