Faithfully
A/N: So I thoroughly enjoyed writing that last chapter! And I enjoyed the response that I received! So, onto some other news…I'm bringing up some unclear and forgotten stuff in this chapter, very touchy subjects, for one Quinn Fabray.
BTW: This is named after the gorgeous song entitled, "Lady Is A Tramp", that the ever so gorgeous Amber Riley and Mark Salling covered on Glee.
Disclaimer: I have hereby proclaimed reviewer, Mrs. Dianna Agron as my partner in explicit lesbian crime. As for our plans to conquer the universe with our gorgeous Glee women by our side…we have yet to finish. That includes the paperwork to that musical show that we both love so very much.
Chapter 9
Music was playing in the background, and Rachel briefly wondered in the midst of the insane lovemaking that had been going on the evening before, how the hell the soft folk even began wafting through the air.
She didn't remember anything that didn't revolve around Quinn's body.
She couldn't even remember how her pumps ended up off of her feet.
All she remembered was golden and tan body parts intertwining until the sun shone through the sheer golden curtains that would otherwise shield them from the outside world.
As a matter fact…her eyes were still closed.
She hadn't actually consciously woken up…she was awake, because she could feel the blonde woman that she had spent the night making love to, shifting in her spot next to her.
She chose that moment to let her eyes pull apart lazily, allowing the chestnut orbs to scan over the slightly dampened and matted blonde waves to the closed eyelids down to the puckered lips that slightly parted with sleep.
She was gorgeous.
Spent after a night of sheer existence with her spouse, the infamous Quinn Fabray was worn out, she assumed.
Her arms rested on the brunette's bare hip, holding her to her spot while she allowed her head to nestle in the crook of the Jewish girl's neck.
Rachel smiled feeling the girl's fingers move slowly against the skin of her hip. She lowered her chin to press her lips to the skin of her forehead.
"Quinn…baby?" Rachel whispered letting her arm that was rested on the base of Quinn's bare backside caress softly up the skin and the girl stirred on a little.
"Mmm…Rachel…" She whispered and she snuggled a little closer to the woman who smiled at the term of recognition before she situated herself to move to be a little more face to face with the blonde.
She pressed her mouth to the pouted lips softly earning an awakened response from the girl.
"Rachel…" She moaned, sliding her leg to rest between that of the brunette she was calling for, and Rachel felt her sore body grow with want.
She let her fingers slide over the displayed breasts, her thumbs flicking over the nipples.
"Oh, fuck…" Quinn moaned throwing her head back, her eyes flickering open to lock with Rachel's.
"Good morning baby." She said huskily before she latched onto the same nipple she had been fondling.
"Good…fucking…morning…" Quinn panted as she girl sucked on the skin as if she couldn't get enough, overly aware of the sensitivity that was found in Quinn's breasts.
Quinn had discovered lots of things about her brown haired vixen…for instance how easy she bruised…and also how much of a trooper she was.
Quinn had succeeded in giving her lover more orgasms that she could count off of her fingers and it wasn't until she had practically dislocated her arm from the intense movement of her strokes that her girlfriend was satisfied.
She had loved every minute of it…she had.
She was pretty confident she hadn't received near as much attention…but it was because she had requested that she let her worship her body.
But obviously the left over arousal was backfiring, and she found herself reacting quickly to a roaming Rachel who was slowly sliding herself down the blonde's body, her own swollen lips trailing a line of kisses down the body.
Quinn knew where this was leading but she couldn't bring her eyes to look up and reach the eyes of the girl.
"Rach, baby…"
"I didn't get to satisfy you as much as I wanted to last night darling…" She said breathing in the scent of the very turned on female as she let her nose scrape the surface of the blonde curls.
"Oh god…" Quinn said squirming with both anticipation and anxiety for the events that she was so desperately yearning would take place soon.
Rachel smirked at the red and flustered girlfriend she was working up, and she let her tongue dart out to taste a little essence of Quinn.
The blonde's whole body jerked with relief.
"Rachel please…"
"Please what?" Rachel said flicking her tongue over the outer lips, without actually allowing her to feel anything really satisfying, but of course she wanted her to beg for it.
"Please…I'm dying…"
"For…? Beg for it Quinn, beg for my tongue."
"Fuck me Rachel! Fuck me with your tongue, please…" She whined and Rachel grinned before divulging her tongue into the space between the lips of her lover.
Quinn's torso bounded off of the bed and Rachel placed her fingers in the space of her hips to hold her down steadily.
"God, you taste so good mama…" Rachel's words vibrated against the wetness and she felt her girlfriend's body twitch with the endearment.
It was another figured out fetish, Quinn loved to be addressed in a term of superiority.
Rachel was aware of the fact that her girlfriend was a freak, thanks to the events that took place the night before.
She had also uncovered many fetishes and fantasies, and this was just touching the surface of her blonde girlfriend's preferences.
Quinn got turned on when she was being called anything of superiority. And Rachel absolutely loved to dirty talk…it went hand in hand.
So when Rachel let the term 'Mama' slip from her mouth, the night before, it drove Quinn insane. It seemingly made her whole body just fall to absolute pieces.
And Rachel loved when her girlfriend fell to pieces.
Thus, being the reason she was flicking her tongue over Quinn's most sensitive nerves, her brown eyes glued to slick body of her lover who was arching off of the bed with every pulsating feeling that wracked through her body.
"Yes, baby…Rachel!" She had fisted her hand in the silky brunette licks, still tangled from the night before and Rachel took that as initiative to rotate her tongue clockwise, touching every surface of Quinn. Her fingers pressed into the space of the girl's hips without shame before the girl reached down to grab her girlfriend's hand.
They intertwined fingers, Quinn squeezing said fingers tightly, while her lover continued to lap at her lower regions, moving her hips now to slide against her tongue with a short speed.
"Jesus Christ Rachel, your tongue…" IT was all too much, her moist mouth was just devouring her folds as if she had been doing it her entire life and Quinn found herself speechless.
"Look at me Quinn…" Rachel spoke, pulling her mouth from the girl who whined at the departure.
She let her eyes flutter open, and upon meeting the chocolate orbs of her lover, she about lost all sense of whatever she had left.
The sight of her girlfriend licking her, eating her, and thoroughly enjoying it while she stared back at her was…amazing.
Rachel reached out to grab her leg, throwing it over her shoulder…fully aware of the hooded look taking over her eyes.
"You look so fucking…good, Rach. Sucking me…" Quinn cried out, her body fully arched off the bed, her blonde lock falling over her face.
Her girlfriend moaned at the words, feeling herself grow wet with her own desire.
"Shit! It feels so good…" She said and she bucked her hips to the girl's mouth, the feeling becoming almost unbearable.
"You want to come?" Rachel murmured her eyes still locked on the girl's, and the blonde nodded desperately.
"Yes Rachel, fuck…you feel so fucking good." Quinn moaned staring at her lover with pleading eyes and her brunette girlfriend grinned, before sliding three fingers in her heat simultaneously.
"OH FUCK!" Quinn said and she felt her eyes close with the feeling of her girlfriend pumping her heat with swift fast strokes.
"Open your fucking eyes Quinn!"
And they snapped open just as fast, not thinking she would be able to handle the feeling of her lover disengaging their embrace.
"Oh fuck, Rachel…fuck…I can't…"
"You will…I want to see you when I fuck you to the point of no return," The brunette spoke, licking the girl's slit that was so comfortable enveloping her fingers.
The blonde was wanton, loud and thrashing all over the place, Rachel was sure was going to rip the gold sheets right from the mattress.
And so she thrust, hard and fast, the tips of her fingers hitting the spot, that spot so perfectly as if there was a target placed on it.
And with each stroke, Quinn felt her body light itself on fire…she was clenching and unclenching around the girl's fingers feeling them move against her slickly, and she was crying out in a voice that she wasn't even sure belonged to herself anymore.
Rachel curled her fingers upward, and swiveled while she lifted her palm to smack against the outside of her wet slit with each thrust and Quinn thought she would die of pure satisfaction.
"Rachel…fuck Rachel…I'm about to fucking…" She couldn't even voice the words as the sound of the brunette's palm hitting her wet skin reverberated off of the walls.
Rachel grabbed her hand, their fingers joining once more before she whispered, "Let it go, come for me mama…" Rachel spoke huskily staring into her eyes and Quinn threw her head back as Rachel slammed her hand forcefully into her one last time.
"Oh fuck! Rachel!"
She was screaming, it sounded almost like someone was murdering her, and she was sure that everyone within a five mile radius heard her. And Rachel watched her lover arch off of the mattress, hairs standing up all over her body as the feeling of a full fledged orgasm wracked through her forcefully, she felt her body shake around her, even the slick clenching walls that held her fingers in place and the girl was sure she had never seen anything like it, like the goddess in her element before her.
She withdrew her hand as the blonde's body went limp, her eyes finally coming to quick close and Rachel pressed soft kisses in reverse now, moving up her body before pressing her lips to those of the woman.
Quinn did not respond, she just lied there, short breaths coming from her but absolutely no movement.
"Quinn?"
Rachel stared confusingly at her girlfriend, who seemed to had gone unconscious.
"Quinn? Quinn baby, wake up! Quinn!" Rachel spoke hurriedly shaking the woman a little before watching the hazel eyes flutter open.
"Was that my breakfast in bed?" Quinn slurred and Rachel couldn't stop the laughter from spilling from her lips.
"I thought I had lost you there, baby." She kissed her blonde girlfriend again and was met with the soft moving of her lips.
Rachel moved to lie beside her girlfriend, resting her fingers in the array of blonde hair that lay on Quinn's head.
"Did I pass out? Because it just felt so fucking amazing…and then…I saw black." She said, almost as if high, as if on a cloud that was unreachable to Rachel, but then again it was almost as satisfying as an orgasm. To know that she had brought her to the edge, with her fingers…with her touch, with her words.
It was gratifying to a point where she could only smile at the beautiful woman.
"You scared the shit out of me, Quinn Fabray." She spoke softly, biting her swollen lip as the hazel eyes seemed to shine with contentment down at her.
"I love you Rachel."
"I love you too, Quinn."
It was a moment where Rachel ceased to notice anything else around her. The only thing within her vision was the sight of her vixen tangling her legs within hers and maneuvering her lips against hers with a nice fever.
Rachel stroked the locks carefully watching her blonde lover flutter her eyes closed tiredly.
"Tired?" She questioned, knowing the answer since it seemed they had only fallen asleep mere hours ago and it was barely eight o'clock.
Quinn yawned with a slight sense of tired ability. "Yes…it's safe to say you wore me out to the point of utter exhaustion."
"And unconsciousness…" Rachel murmured laughing softly, before kissing her girlfriend's forehead, "Sleep, baby…I'll be here when you wake up."
Quinn smiled at her and tucked her head into the space of her neck, before allowing the symptoms of sleep take over her.
It was slightly heart wrenching to pull her exhausted lover from her slumber, the second time.
Rachel had gotten up, and dressed in a comfortable outfit of shorts and a tank, her long locks thrown up into a messy ponytail.
In order to allow her lover to sleep, (because there was no way she was going to miss out on some free elliptical workout time), she indeed had said workout and after sweating and only making herself a little less sore, and drawing a bubble bath, she allowed herself now the privilege to stand over her wonderful blonde beauty as she slept very comfortably in the oversized bed.
She watched the way her hand clutched the pillow that would be Rachel had she not been standing over her body.
The blonde waves were lying wistfully around her shoulders and on her neck, and Rachel reached out to push said tendrils away from her before she squatted to press a kiss to her lovers neck.
She could get used to this.
She allowed her fingers to caress the hair that laid over her shut eyes, and pushed it back behind her ear.
Moving her lips over the ghost of her cheek, she murmured, "Baby…it's time to wake up."
The blonde stirred and allowed her eyes to fully open and peer into those of the brunette's.
"Miss me?" Rachel questioned.
And she was rewarded with a smile and the "Fabray eyebrow" raised in sarcasm.
"Maybe." She spoke and Rachel lowered her forehead to hers before she rubbed their noses together and pressed her lips to hers.
They moved softly, testing dangerously sweet tastes of each other. And Quinn sank into the brunette who had her hand buried firmly into the area of her tousled hair.
"Love me…" Quinn spoke quietly and Rachel pulled away from the breathy words that meet her ears.
"I will. I do…" She answered running her thumb softly over the expanse of her cheek with ease, darting her tongue out to lick her bottom lips before forming a smile with the same swollen lips.
"I drew a bubble bath, I thought that maybe you would like to join me? We haven't really had a chance to carry a nice conversation." Rachel said standing upright, and the blonde allowed her self to slowly raise from her previously sedated position.
She ran a hand through the locks, fluffing them at the ends, before grinning up at the hovering woman.
"That sounds nice…I'm thinking you may be a little sore too, baby." Quinn said, moving her body to stand upright before she kissed her soundly, moving to stand in the process before feeling her naked body being pulled backwards through the double doors of the master bathroom.
"We know whose fault that is," Rachel spoke with a small grin as she allowed her lover to reach for the hem of her tank top and pull it from her body in a quick flourish…revealing her bare chest.
"There is something seriously addictive about you, Berry." Quinn said smiling letting her eyes rake over the bare chest and very bruised neck of her girlfriend…hmmm…she very much enjoyed the thought of those people everyone seeing who she belonged to.
"Huh…did I do these?" Quinn spoke thoughtfully feeling over the dark sores with her thumb.
"Do what?" Rachel said confusing before hissing in pain. "That fucking hurts Quinn!"
Quinn raised her eyebrows, as she watched her girlfriend move to feel over her neck, running her fingertips over all of the many sore spots.
"Rach, have you even looked in the mirror?" Quinn spoke with an air of laughter in her voice as she watched the brown eyes of the little brunette widen and look at her suspiciously before stalking quickly over to the mirror with ease.
"Quinn Rosalie Fabray!"
"Oh fucking hell Rach, why did you have to say my middle name." Quinn groaned before turning around, realizing she was still naked.
"You have completely deteriorated the perfectly supple and ductile skin of my neck! It looks like I have resorted to some sort of physically violent conduct with another human being and they used their fists to cuff my very bronzed décolletage complexion, not to mention the horror that would sequester my very being if you damaged my vocal chords in any way by these barbaric marks now on my skin!" Rachel ranted still checking out the one, two, three, four, five marks that were encompassing her neck.
Quinn rolled her eyes at the girlfriend's Webster's dictionary word vomit moment before walking over to wrap her arms around her waist.
"The only damage to your vocal chords would be caused from the loud screams that those marks caused, baby." Quinn whispered huskily and Rachel bit her bottom lip as she felt the breath that caused said marks, ghosting over the self proclaimed masterpieces.
"Q-Quinn…" she stuttered in earnest nervousness, and the blonde grinned before sinking her teeth into a clear spot on her neck causing her girlfriend to move her neck to the side to allow her better access.
"Oh god…" Rachel cried gripping the edge of the countertop for stability.
"They're barbaric…but it's because you're mine. You belong to me, and I want the world to know, if they see these so called barbaric marks then they will not touch you…will they?" Quinn asked running her tongue along the basis of the mark she was speaking from making her girlfriend shiver all over.
"Fuck…"
"You wouldn't allow anyone's filthy hands to touch that supple and ductile neck, that neck that only I am allowed to touch, right?" She questioned again and the girl only moaned incoherently as the blonde's hand moved rapidly down her body, dipping past her shorts to her slick slit and thrusting two fingers into her.
"I didn't hear you." Quinn said lowly and Rachel felt her sink her teeth into her again earning another mark.
"No, Quinn…you're the only one…I'm yours," She panted quivering.
Quinn pulled her fingers from the girl's heat before using her hands to slide the shorts down from her hips, leaving them both very naked in the presence of each other, and when the brunette who was now just a little frustrated, allowed herself to turn to face Quinn Fabray, she had a look of determination on her face.
"Quinn, now why…would you do that…I need you baby…I-I need your fingers…" She said stepping towards the blonde and Quinn watched her wanton woman, as the brunette grabbed the dampened fingers and sucked her own juices clean from her lover's hand, making Quinn's arousal drip down her leg.
"You need them?"
"Yes…"
"How badly?" She asked and Rachel whimpered over the fingers and Quinn smiled, "What was that?"
"Badly Quinn…I need them to be inside me, stroking me, I need you to make me come mama…please?"
Quinn watched the eyes turn to the big wide spaces, very similar to the eyes of a cute doe and she wondered what she was going to do when she wanted something that wasn't satisfying for the both of them?
"Beg."
Rachel got down on her knees, and wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist, kissing the space above curl covered heat, kneading her ass with her small hands.
"Please Quinn, may I please be fucked…please?" She kissed lower onto the heated mound, before moving her hand to grab a thigh from the kneaded ass cheeks.
Sliding her tongue past Quinn's folds, she released a moan from the blonde, and Quinn threw her head back.
"Shit Rachel…you know I love your tongue…"
"Please Quinn, fuck me?" Rachel whined her voice vibrating against the moist slit. And Quinn moaned.
"Rachel…"
"Fuck me, mama."
And that was all it took.
Quinn growled at the address and pulled her lover from her knees, kissing her with a tongue that seemed intent on bedding some sort of message in the crevices of Rachel's mouth as it twirled and twisted and flicked over everywhere and her brunette beauty cried out into the kiss, muffled and desperate, clutching her woman tightly, as she pulled her bottom lip, nipping at it, before biting swiftly.
"Bathtub." Quinn said huskily.
And Rachel did not have be told twice. She turned and lowered herself into the large rounded bathtub, closing her eyes at the feeling of the warm water engulfing her body that seemed to be on fire from both her soreness and her arousal.
Quinn's hooded eyes studied her before she stepped in behind the woman, gapping her legs open, to allow Rachel the opportunity to slide in between her legs, which she did, her ass pressing against Quinn's sensitive mound of nerves.
The water was this type of wall it seemed, cradling their bodies, as Quinn pressed her mouth the tan skin of Rachel's neck, licking and sucking at the space in order to create even more dark spaces of possession.
The brunette leaned her head back on Quinn's shoulder as the blonde's hands slid down her body and towards her swollen bud, obscured by the high bubbles and heated water.
"Rachel how is it that I can tell you're so fucking wet even when we're under water?" Quinn said huskily, reaching one hand upwards to snatch the ponytail from its somewhat stable position.
"Oh Quinn…" Rachel breathed feeling her silk locks flood her neck and shoulders, the ends touching the tip of the water.
Quinn felt her lover bucking her hips upwards, causing the water to wade. She placed one hand on her thigh, before plunging three fingers into her girlfriend. Rachel slapped her hands on the edge of the tub, her eyes shutting tightly.
"Ah fuck Quinn!" Rachel cried out, bucking her hips to meet the fast pace of Quinn's fingers, her wall clenching around the digits as they slide quite easily in and out of heat as if it was nothing.
And Quinn herself felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her as her girlfriend bucked and thrashed around in the warm suds, her ass slamming against Quinn's own mound of arousal.
"Fuck Rach…look at you, so desperate and wet for mama, did you not get enough of last night?" Quinn gasped, as her girlfriend thrust herself forward, her head dipping over the allow the shield of brown locks to hide her face.
"Son of a bitch, Quinn…It feels so good, harder!" Rachel screamed, her body on fire from the sensation of the water and the fingers working together to create a mixture of wonderful emotions for her.
Quinn slammed her hand in and out of her lover harshly, watching her body twitch and writhe underneath her touch, and how her own sensitive bud was reacting to her, thrusting back against her and also pulsing upwards to meet her full fingers.
"Oh, fuck Quinn…more, baby…more!" She was sort of in shock, she had never seen Rachel behave like this, so desperate so, eager and slutty.
"You're behaving like a little slut, my little slut…thrusting yourself against my fingers to get off, do you not trust me to satisfy you?" Quinn spoke unable to understand how her voice still managed to be husky when she felt her body become laden with so much sexual energy that it was almost hard for her to breathe.
An incoherent response was all she received and she was not satisfied.
"Answer me." She growled, and cued her words to a severe thrust of fingers while simultaneously adding a fourth, but only one thrust she felt Rachel deserved.
"Fuck! Quinn, of I know you'll satisfy me…oh sweet Jesus, oh…I'm sorry baby, just please…please move."
Quinn smirked, and bucked her hips to Rachel's backside which caused her pelvis to thrust upwards into her fingers jammed into her tight muscles.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rachel screamed, her brown eyes wide with energy and fire, fingers turning white with a grip on the bathtub, water swishing around her with each movement.
It was almost like they moved with an unknown force, and the warm liquid under their bodies just providing even more stimulation than the feeling of the slick figures pressed against one another.
Quinn let her eyes drift shut at the feeling, for she wasn't even really moving her hand…she felt her body move Rachel's in a sort of wade type motion and Rachel seemed to be so tightly clenched around the digits that Quinn could barely start a thrust.
"I'm going to make you come so fucking hard…" Quinn spoke lowly, before wrapping her arm around Rachel's body and slamming her fingers, all four of them, harshly into her heat quick strokes hitting that spot perfectly.
"Yes, Quinn! Fuck me…right there…please…" Rachel cried out, her head thrown back, resting on Quinn's shoulder, eyes shut with the feeling of her lover's fingers moving so desperately and quickly inside and out of her with a such an ease but such a force that made every inch of skin on her body light up with fire.
"Yes Quinn right there, fuck that's it…" Rachel chanted her hips moving so quickly that Quinn was sure she was going to pull a muscle by the sheer speed of her thrusts.
But every hump, cause her girlfriend's pert ass to com backwards on her clit and it made her cry out in pleasure herself…they were both so close.
"Come for me baby…come for mama…"
"Fuck! Oh yes, yes, Quinn!" Rachel rolled her hips and Quinn felt her eyes roll back into her skull as her girlfriend's walls clamped down on her fingers holding them into place as she released every bond on her body to hit the brink of ecstasy her lover had provided, bringing said lover over the hill with her, both with tightly shut lids and shallow breaths.
The water and forgotten suds were reduced to soft ripples around them, as Quinn allowed her other hand to trace lazy circles around the area of Rachel's stomach, feeling the area and just letting herself stay like this…inside of her girlfriend.
She couldn't think straight…pure bliss.
A sigh fell from the brunette's lips, and she spoke finally, "Tell me about you."
"Me?" Quinn asked, confused at the inquiry seeing as she had just allowed her eyes to open as she traced the skin of her girlfriend's stomach and belly button.
"Yes…you. I want to know everything I don't already know…I want to have something to do with anything that has to do with you…tell me about your life…your family." Rachel softly stated the words and felt her girlfriend's entire body stiffen.
She allowed her hand that was on the bathtub, earlier gripping the marble sides, to slide atop of her girlfriend's and clench swiftly.
"Relax, I understood before that you didn't want to talk about them…and we won't…"
"I want to tell you about them…I really do. But the point is…they are horrible people. They are. They are nothing but evil, evil, bible beaters who made my life a living hell…they did nothing for me, but keep me from doing the one thing that could've made my life perfect."
"And what was that they kept you from?"
"You."
Rachel bit her lip, unbeknownst to the reason Quinn never admitted to her true feeling for her in high school. She was pretty bold to even allow the brunette diva to even become close enough to be her friend, best one at that.
"Why?"
"Dad moved back in the middle of junior year, claiming his renewal in Christ and his awarded forgiveness for his infidelity or whatever. He came back…unchanged and focused on making me understand that I would always be a disappointment to him. That Beth was…nothing. That Beth was meant to be with some crack homosexual family whose children would only ever be dysfunctional. Half the time I walked past him…I ignored him, because my mom had shown me nothing except how weak and ignorant she was so, I spent as much time as possible out of the house, and tried my best to just count down the day til I didn't need them anymore…til I wouldn't have to listen to his bullshit hypocritical ways. I hated them both."
She took a breath to gather her thoughts, which is what Rachel presumed covering the blonde's hand intertwining their fingers as they laid there laid in a company of bliss and absolute contentment.
"They did not want me to be friends with you." She said answering the earlier inquiry about any reservations on a relationship between the two girls and Rachel closed her eyes as her girlfriend breathed the story of her unbearable relationship with her mother and father.
"They said you and your fathers were toxic…they didn't want me hanging around a product of a dysfunctional creation straight from the devil. I always just tuned him out and left anyway. I would come straight to your house…because I most definitely did not think you or your fathers were toxic…I just knew he was wrong…he had been wrong because all I ever thought about was you, and how much I loved you, and how much I wanted to be with you…you couldn't have been toxic." Quinn spoke softly, smiling fondly with a sense of knowing that her father had morally wrong for so many years.
"You spent a lot of time at my house."
"I hated being at home with…them. All he did was drink…and patronize me, he lived to criticize every single thing I have ever done in anything. He told me I wasn't losing my baby weight fast enough, told me that I would never be anything…he'd say, "I don't even know why we kept you…you weren't exactly a planned pregnancy…your sister was enough,"
Rachel thought she felt her heart break in two when the harsh words pierced her eardrums.
"What did your mother do?" She asked turning her head slightly to glance at her lover.
The blonde was silent, unable to really respond. Just sitting there, looking down into the clearness of the water watching the soap suds disintegrate into wherever they go.
"Absolutely nothing. She didn't do shit but sit there and be the mother she always was, keeping her mouth shut…because apparently her husband cheating on her is more damaging and her daughter being emotionally abused by her father wasn't enough to cause her to snap. Every time he would say something to me, Everytime he would curse me, and threatened me and she would stand there…as if she just couldn't bring herself to fight for me…her daughter. She was such a fucking coward."
Rachel rubbed the white knuckles, which were clutching her hand with a force unspeakable.
"I will never be like her, you know? I'll always stand up for my children…our children. I'll never abandon them during any problem…I won't. I'll love them that much, to protect them, to be a mom…to be who my mom should've been."
Rachel closed her eyes at the sound of the words our children that emptied her girlfriend's mouth and she immediately saw a little blonde girl of the age of about four running around in a pretty flower dress in the backyard…and her beautiful blonde mother chasing after her with outstretched arms and heavy breathing…
"I don't speak to them…haven't since graduation. They've tried to talk to me, to get me to forgive them…they meaning my mother. But I won't. I will not ever step foot in that fucked up house ever again…ever."
"I think you should go back."
Quinn snapped her head to glance at her girlfriend with a look of utter repulsion. "For what? A repeat of when I told them I was pregnant?"
"I'll go with you baby."
Quinn raised and eyebrow. "I'm taking you there so you can be tainted with their presence, they 're not important they don't matter. They never will."
Rachel set her lips in a thin line, deciding to stop the conversation.
"Where is everyone now? From Glee? Do you know?" Quinn addressed deciding to ask of something she actually had been wanting to talk about, managing to steal the tension from the situation easily.
"Yeah…I try to keep in touch, with all of them. So far everyone has done well. Tina is actually the set and costume designer for American Idiot, and Artie is the director." Rachel spoke with a smile, and her lover folded her hands over the spot of her stomach, the water smoothing over them easily.
"Wow…I would've never seen Tina as a designer, like for Broadway and things…if anything maybe she would have been on Broadway, or a fashion designer or something…" Quinn spoke with a fond smile. She rested her chin on top of Rachel's head while the girl talked.
"She has her own line…too. The American Idiot thing is just sort of a side job, I talked to a couple of people and recommended her name and they already considered asking her, so…I guess it was fate."
"In the form of Rachel Berry." Quinn supplied and the brunette laughed.
"Ah, I think not…I just helped move the process along…anyway, they're married and expecting a little Abrams, soon." Rachel grinned and Quinn gasped.
"What? That's really amazing…how is Artie doing with, you know?"
"He's well…they're actually working with a couple of doctors on a cure…for him, he mostly walks now…a pair of crutches are needed…but he manages." Rachel said sweetly, and Quinn felt her heart soar a little.
Her and Artie were really good friends by the time senior year ended…they really wanted things to work out for the both of them…and he was a sort of blessing in disguise when Rachel wasn't available and she needed someone.
"Okay. I've got to ask…Kurt, Mercedes?" Quinn inquired with a big smile, and Rachel turned to look at her, before laughing.
"Mercedes is under my label, Kurt is her personal choreographer slash vocal coach slash stylist, he is a man of many traits." Rachel said thinking of her fashionable soprano.
"They're here?" Quinn said with her eyebrows raised in a hint of excitement. Rachel ran her finger down the base of Quinn's wrists.
"Excited?"
"You know I bonded with Mercedes, and I always wanted her to make it…I really did. But we just sort of fell out of touch…and I really hate it, so you signed her?" Quinn asked, and Rachel pressed a light kiss to her neck, craning her own a little in the midst of reaching it.
"I didn't, but she was just signed when I took over, you can say that she was a little bit more than happy to see me. I walked into my office on the first day to find a larger than life bouquet of roses sitting on my desk along with Mercedes, and Kurt in my leather chair." Rachel said with a laugh.
Quinn smiled shaking her head. There were more words in her vocabulary to express how upset she was at the fact that she had lost touch with all these wonderful life long friends, she was very much regretful.
"Of course, I presume Kurt was very stunned to see how well dressed you were, nowadays." Quinn asked and Rachel laughed slapping a little wetness to her girlfriend's arm.
"He told me I was getting better and offered himself up as a personal stylist to me as well as Mercedes stating that we were the biggest and best clients that he could possibly ever need, imagine that." Rachel said with an air of sarcasm.
"He does award shows on the side though…Mercedes is a bright and shining R&B artist who is going to make a lot of people a lot of money because her voice is absolutely amazing." Rachel gushed and Quinn smiled agreeing silently.
"I think you're right." Quinn spoke.
"She's actually dating Matt…who plays professional football." Rachel spoke and Quinn raised her eyebrows.
"Never saw that one coming, the football and the dating," Quinn said in pure shock and Rachel nodded her head as well.
"Neither did I, but they seem to have a really good connection, even though he's away most of the time, she actually loves him, and vice versa."
"And what about Mike?"
"Twelve consecutive dance movies within the last five years. He is a highly anticipated choreographer, I try to work a lot with him too, but he's in high demand, always answers for me though."
Quinn grinned, "And why is that?"
"I got him his first job." Rachel stated proudly, and Quinn could almost tell that her girlfriend's chest was protruding in earnest pride.
"Aww, I bet you never let him forget it either." Quinn said laughing.
"Nope."
"Haha, of course not, it would be so unlike you…it really would."
"Shut up. I presume you still talk to Noah?" Rachel questioned a little nervously and Quinn laughed.
"Yup. Baby Daddy, is what I call him. He's great, engaged…going to grad school." She stated more than proud of her friend.
He had seriously grown up after the whole baby gate fiasco and for that she was instantly grateful for. Because it allowed him to meet new and gorgeous people and become successful.
She talked to him from time to time about his life and how they both missed Beth, but that came naturally.
"So I've heard, and who is the lovely lady that he is giving the Puckerman name to?" Rachel inquired interested.
"Susanna Pepper?" Quinn supplied with a laugh and Rachel sat straight up.
"Do you mean Suzy Pepper? The crazy chick from high school?"
"The one and only. Turns out, they had more in common than he would of liked in the midst of his sophomore year in college." Quinn said fully laughing as Quinn turned and looked at her with a face of full disbelief embedded in her features.
"I never would have guessed that Noah would fall for someone with such…"
"Aggressiveness? Well he did date you…" Quinn spoke and Rachel turned around with her nose in the air as a true Berry would.
"Quinn Fabray, I'm almost about to break up with you with your amount of insults garnered towards my impeccable personality." Rachel spoke with finality and her girlfriend grinned.
"I bet. Anyways, I think we should get out of here, we're border lining brunch, gorgeous." Quinn spoke raising her lover upwards for herself to move and allow the dripping droplets to fall from her shining body as she rose and stepped out of the tub.
Rachel stared at her in awe licking her lips.
"We're um…having lunch…with someone?" Rachel spoke, immobile as she took in the sight of her lover glistening with water and cleanliness.
"Santana and Brittany…you know, you should invite Mercedes and Kurt!" Quinn spoke a little excited as she reached over to the shelf to grab a gold towel.
Rachel chose that moment to remember how her limbs worked.
"Um…I will…sure."
Quinn turned to glance at the girl, smirking at the sudden cotton mouth. "Something's caught Rachel Berry's tongue?"
Rachel smiled sheepishly as she stepped out of the bathtub, eyes raking over the tattoo lining up her girlfriend's arm.
"I wish you would catch it." She spoke huskily and Quinn licked her lips, before tucking her towel securely around her waist and stepping forward.
Pressed her covered body against Rachel's naked one, she reached down to grabbed the nude flesh of her ass, smacking her palm up against the wetness before catching the girl's gasp in a searing kiss.
She moved her tongue dominantly around the basis of the other girls, claiming her mouth, marking the territory as true Quinn Fabray property, causing Rachel to moan in pleasure and satisfaction.
Upon the sound, Quinn bit down on the bottom lip before sucking harshly on it.
Unstitching herself from the woman she smiled. "Come on baby, or we're only gonna be available for dinner."
A/N: Sorry this took so long! But I wanted it just perfect for you guys! Next is some more revelations about the past of Quinn and Rachel, and a little input from Santana, Brittany, Kurt, and Mercedes. And also a mystery character whom some of you are not going to be too excited about hearing from.
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-Mimi