A/N: Happy new years and a delayed Christmas. Hope it was a good holiday season for everyone. Is it sad that I actually had to read the end of last chapter to remember what I was up to? Probably. Anyway, I felt like having a little bit of fun with this chapter so let's see where it goes.
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There was no greater testament to how much Rachel missed her alone time with Quinn than her current situation. As soon as the door had closed and Brook was gone, the brunette had her body pressed up against the blonde and their tongues were duelling for dominance in her mouth.
Rachel allowed herself to be directed backwards towards the breakfast bar. When her back hit it, she let herself fall back so she was lying down. Quinn was on top of her in a heartbeat.
"Clothes have to stay on. Who knows when she might come back." Quinn muttered breathlessly. Rachel made a noise of displeasure that the blonde was limiting them, and forced her girlfriend's lips back to her own.
Yes, lying on wood was harsh on her back and yes, being completely flat wasn't a great experience either, but the way Quinn was attacking her lips made Rachel feel like it was worth it. Then again, Quinn kissing her made most things worth it.
The diva wanted more though, and she knew that the blonde wasn't going to give it to her. This was one of those times where she knew she was going to have to take it. Besides, Quinn said clothes had to stay on, she didn't say no touching.
That is why she felt no remorse when she took her hands from Quinn's neck and slid them under her shirt. She ran her hands up the blonde's stomach teasingly and was rewarded with a shudder from Quinn.
"Okay, we need to stop." Quinn's voice was shaking slightly and she was panting. Rachel was almost taking a little bit too much pride in her work. She had put her girlfriend in this state from a little kissing and minor touching; a little longer and she knew she could have Quinn to a point of no return.
"Why? Brook's seen us kiss before, what's the problem?" Rachel knew she was a good actor, but even she had trouble trying to sound innocent.
"Because you know as well as I do that you are just trying to seduce me. This isn't about kissing me; it's about getting into my pants."
"So? Let me seduce you. If we're quick, we can finish before Brook gets back. If not, well who cares? We're in a relationship and she knows that." Rachel still had her hands under Quinn's shirt and she was still playing with her stomach.
"Can't you just wait until tonight? We can go all night in our new bed; I just don't really want to do something to my back doing naughty things to you on the floor." Rachel felt a spark go straight to her core when her imagination got hold of the 'naughty things' she wanted to do to Quinn.
"Please Quinn, I'm so wet. It won't take much. Just please fuck me, I don't care where. There's not even any guarantee that we'll get a bed by tonight." Rachel knew what she was doing. She knew what words set Quinn off, so she threw as many of them into a sentence as she could.
"As soon as we have a bed, okay?" Rachel let Quinn pull her small hands out of the blonde's shirt.
"But I need you now." Rachel whined.
"Then we better head out and buy a bed as soon as Brook comes back with our coffee." Rachel looked into Quinn's eyes. She knew her girlfriend was tired, it had been visible for days, but looking into Quinn's eyes now really made it hit home to Rachel just how tired she must be.
"I think you should stay here and get some rest. I have some statistics on how sleep deprivation and exhaustion can affect a person's physical and mental state, but I think that you are really just too tired to take my warnings on their full merit." Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck and pulled her closer to her so they could cuddle. That was before she felt Quinn start to shake.
"What?" Rachel asked.
"That is the most Rachel Berry thing I have heard you say in ages." Quinn was openly laughing now.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Rachel knew she had changed a bit being with Quinn, but she knew she would never change too much; her old traits were just under the surface, waiting to come out at opportune moments.
"Good. Definitely good." Rachel beamed, she loved compliments from anyone, but they always seemed to mean just that little bit more when coming from Quinn. She heard some jingling then they sound of the door opening.
"I don't care about what you do in your bed, but please keep your urges from ruining anywhere I may want to have food." Rachel moved her head from out of Quinn's neck so she could see Brook. When her view was clear she stuck out her tongue.
"We didn't even do anything." Rachel said defensively.
"I understand. This all looks very innocent."
"It is compared to what it was, believe me. Quinn managed to get self control from somewhere. I feel like I should be able to blame you." Rachel did her best to stare Brook down.
"Blame me all you want. Maybe you just aren't as good as you thought."
"Quinn!" Rachel whined. She felt as though she had just been insulted and that it was Quinn's job to defend her honour.
"Be nice Brook, of course she is as she thinks. Probably better. It was your fault because you were always going to come back and interrupt us." Rachel loved it when Quinn was laying down the law like she was now. It was sexy, especially when it worked in her favour.
"I guess I'll just drink these coffees that I spent ages looking for then, wont I?" Rachel immediately felt a loss of body heat as Quinn left her.
"I lose to coffee?" Rachel asked.
"It's your fault my mouth is dry." That got Rachel to smirk.
"Doesn't really matter. I should always come first." Rachel walked past Quinn, took her coffee labelled 'fake' from Brook, and sat on a box. She watched Quinn take the one labelled 'Blondie' and move a box next to her.
"I'll make it up to you later." Rachel shuddered slightly at Quinn's whispered words.
"You better." Rachel said over her coffee.
"So Rachel, are you excited to be buying a bed today?" Brook asked, taking a seat on her own box.
"I think it is vital to have the correct bed. Too soft and I feel like I'm being swallowed up, too hard and it will kink my back. Clearly, neither of these is a good environment to be sleeping."
"Among other things." Rachel heard Quinn whisper.
"Wouldn't that be the mattress, not the actual bed?" Brook asked.
"Smartass."
"Thank-you Quinn. I suppose that the bed itself will not be all that important as whatever I choose to buy will be the starting point for out room. As we have nothing else yet the bed can be the starting point and I can build the rest of the room around it." Rachel explained.
"So is that a no?" Brook asked, clearly getting more than she bargained for.
"I suppose it is exciting."
"I kinda feel sorry for you Quinn. She made it sound like you have no say whatsoever."
"I'm not going." Quinn deadpanned.
"Why not?"
"Rachel and I agreed that I should probably get some rest instead. I trust her to make a good decision."
"Kinda wish you had of told me that before." Brook suddenly seemed guilty of something.
"What did you do?" Rachel asked.
"I didn't do anything." Brook was trying and failing to keep her face straight.
"I feel sleepy." Rachel turned to see Quinn blinking rapidly and her eyelids were staying low.
"Oh that. Yeah, she should probably put the rest of that coffee down before she drops it." Rachel's eyes went wide as she took the coffee cup from Quinn's hand.
"You drugged her?" Rachel quickly put the cups on the floor at a safe distance as Quinn started to lean on her shoulder.
"Sleeping pills are hardly drugging. Besides, we all came to the same conclusion; she's tired. She needs rest. I just provided a sure fire way to give it to her." Brook put her own coffee on the floor and began moving boxes next to each other. When she was done, she grabbed a sleeping bag from Quinn's room and put it on top of the makeshift bed.
"I honestly can't believe you." Rachel finally spluttered. She wrapped her arms around Quinn protectively as the blonde's eyes drifted shut.
"So she gets some sleep, how wrong is that?" Brook grabbed Quinn's feet and indicated for Rachel to grab her arms. Together, they moved Quinn onto the bed. Rachel went into her room and grabbed her sleeping bag; more to give her time to think of a reason to be mad at Brook than anything.
"It's not that the action was a heinous one, it was that you don't trust me to take care of my own girlfriend. She's tired, I can clearly see that. I think should be able to trust us to make these kinds of decisions ourselves." Rachel sat down next to Quinn and threw her sleeping bag over her as a cover. Wanting to touch her, she ran her hand up and down her sleeping girlfriend's arm.
"It's not that I don't trust you. I just don't like waiting for other people to act when I could be doing something myself." Brook ran her hands through her hair. "Look, I'm sorry okay."
"I'm actually kind of surprised that I didn't wonder why you had to label her coffee. I mean, it was either going to be like mine or like yours so you really only needed to label one. Thinking about it, you must have found both the drugstore and a cafe pretty quickly to get to both in the time you did."
"Yeah, there's a coffee place just down the road and a drugstore on the next block. There's even a market a little further down so we don't have to go far to get fresh food." Rachel scrunched up her nose.
"I hope that it is a real drugstore and you didn't just buy it off someone on the street. She better not have any side effects." Rachel was suddenly worried about the quality of the drugging her girlfriend had been given.
"There's not going to be any side effects." Brook pulled a packet out of her pocket and threw it to Rachel. It looked fairly legitimate, so the diva was appeased.
"How long will it last?"
"I dunno. A couple hours? Why?"
"Because I highly doubt the two of us will be able to construct a bed. Quinn can do everything, and it would be best done with her assistance." Rachel sighed. "Seeing as you don't know, we may as well go now. Hopefully she's up when we get back." Rachel leaned down and kissed Quinn on the cheek before texting her to texting her to text back when she wakes up.