A/N: Just wanted to add this before the school week starts again *sigh*. Boo... I'd much rather write fic than go to school. Enjoy :).

The feeling of light fingers grazing up and down my spine slowly lulled me out of the dream world and even though I wasn't cold, the touch sent shivers all through my body. I felt every single hair on my body stand up and I broke out in goosebumps all over. I opened my eyes and from where my head was resting on her chest, all I could see was her breasts nuzzled in their hot pink bra.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she said, the pressure of her fingers increasing and causing me to shudder against her again, "Are you cold?"

We were still laying on top of the blankets and with the sun now up, I didn't have to strain my eyes to catch darkened glimpses of her body. It was all there for me to see and I could see now that the pattern on her panties was pink and floral and remarkably similar to the wallpaper of my room. It was a little weird. I was used to seeing Santana's Victoria's Secret thongs, not little flower patterns, but I figured as long as they didn't have cartoon animals on them or Sponge Bob, I should be fine.

I lifted my head off her chest, laying it on the pillow next to hers, and let my cast arm slide slowly down her stomach, catching my thumb in the waistband of her panties and hooking it there.

"Not cold," I said, watching her expression change as my thumb began tight circles on her hip, a foreshadowing on what was to come in the future on a different area.

"I guess you're feeling better," she gasped as my thumb teasingly pulled the material less than half an inch down her hip.

I did feel better, a lot better. My headache was completely gone and so far, no dizziness at all. There was still a dull throb where my arm was broken, but I had definitely had to deal with worse pain in the past. I wasn't sure what the female equivalent for 'morning wood' was called, but I had it, just like almost every other morning. Having Rachel beneath me, half naked, was a mixture between a blessing and a curse. There was so much skin I had never touched or tasted before and I wanted all of it. I wanted to know all of her.

"Good as new," I smiled, taking her earlobe between my teeth and sucking it lightly before giving it a tug.

Her breath caught again and I felt her hips lift slightly off the bed as the fingers on my spine turned into nails digging in my flesh. It was definitely a good hurt. I guess I forgot about holding back, because the low throaty moan that passed through her lips caused me to move from her ear to suck on her neck and in that movement my hand pulled her panties further down her hip. With my head buried in the crook of her neck, I couldn't see the skin I was uncovering, but I was trying to distract her with my lips while trying to strip her completely naked. I wasn't a bad person, I remembered how she wanted her first time, the romance, the moonlight, the soft music, but my body was making demands that I couldn't refuse. I wasn't used to having a warm, sexy body beside me that was a no touch zone.

I combined the lips on her neck with teeth and bit down roughly as I sucked hard and in response she did the exact move I wanted her to. She let out a loud moan, lifting her hips up off the bed and as soon as her butt was off the bed, I pulled hard on her panties until they slid down the curve of her ass. Her hand shot to my fingers, pressing them down against her hip and holding them there to still my movement. I felt the purple fiberglass of the palm of my cast digging into her, but her hold on my fingers wouldn't let up as she began to pant and squirm beneath me. I raised my head from her neck, trying to get a look down her body, because I knew I had to have pulled them down enough to uncover the area that I was dying to get a taste of the most, but to my dismay, although her panties were sitting incredibly low, they were still managing to hide her from view. I gave a sigh of frustration since my hand was now locked against her hip, unable to continue my goal to get her naked, and turned my head to look her in the eyes. Her head was tilted back, straining her neck as her mouth opened and closed with each gasp, but her eyes were on me, dark and half lidded as if she wasn't sure whether she wanted to beg me to stop or keep going. I dug my thumb into the dip in her hip, stretching it out until I could feel the beginning of the 'V' in her pelvic crease and her hips bucked upwards in response, against the thigh that I had slid between her legs. I could feel how wet she was against my thigh and I pushed it harder against her, creating more friction as I tried to stretch my thumb out even further down her crease.

"I can't," she groaned in frustration, her nails digging painfully into my back and the fingers she was holding against her hip, "Not yet. I'm not ready."

I sighed, which probably wasn't the nicest thing to do, but I understood 'no' and the sigh was purely from my sexual frustration. I wasn't sure how Rachel got through being worked up so much to no resolve, but I knew that if I didn't excuse myself and finish off in the bathroom at some point in the next little while, I would have a throbbing between my legs for the rest of the day that I would not be able to ignore.

"I'm sorry," I apologized softly, embarrassed that I had turned into a typical teenage male trying to pressure a girl into having sex. I really didn't mean to push her but I never realized how hard it would be to hold back. She didn't even have to do anything and she turned me on and I found myself trying to think of how I had never felt like this around her before. Why hadn't I ever noticed how beautiful or sexy she was before? How had I ever gone through life without feeling wet between my legs at just holding her in my arms.

"I don't ever want to be apart from you," I whispered, before biting down on her bottom lip and tugging it back, "It's kinda scary."

"Because of who I am," she asked, her eyes meeting mine and I could see the fear and uncertainty she was trying to mask.

I swiped my tongue across her lips playfully, "I like who you are, you know that. It's just scary because I've never felt like I needed someone before. I can't remember what it was like to not need you with me."

She didn't say anything and I suddenly felt embarrassed again. What if she didn't feel the same way or worse, what if I just scared her by saying that? I wanted to laugh it off and say something like 'just kidding' but the words weren't something that I could easily take back and she was just staring at me with eyes that I couldn't read.

"I shouldn't have said that," I said finally, when the silence had carried on too long and I couldn't take it anymore. I had never done this before. I'd never been so open with what I was feeling and Rachel knew more about me than anyone ever had. I'd never allowed myself to give anyone that much power.

"Do you love me," she asked after another long pause and I felt that nausea coming back, but for an entirely different reason now.

Love? I liked her a lot. I wanted her. I needed her. Did I love her? Maybe. I didn't want to be the first one to say it when I was so unsure, though, and Rachel hadn't opened up much about her feelings and I had no idea where she was in the relationship. I was used to relationships moving fast. I hadn't been in one that hadn't started with sex until Rachel, but love, that was never a part of any relationship I had had yet. Santana was the closest I had ever come and maybe it was there with her, but she hadn't let me find out.

She saw my hesitation and used her arm beneath me to nudge me on top of her so that I was settled in between her legs. She raised her head off the bed and kissed me hard, our teeth gnashing together as she wildly sucked at my lips. It took a second, but I realized what she was doing. The nails scratching hard at my back, her thighs squeezing my hips tightly and the hungry growl that came from the back of her throat, she was telling me she needed me too. She was saying that we were on the same page, but-

She broke the kiss, falling back to the bed as she caught her breath, "I can't give myself to someone until they're sure, until it's real. It's important to me that it's with someone I love and someone who loves me back. We're just not there yet. It doesn't mean you don't turn me on and I do find that I'm fighting my body's urges constantly, but I really want to get this right."

"Me too," I nodded, "But I can't stop myself from trying to touch you."

"It's okay," Rachel smiled, "I'll stop you when it gets to be too much."

I rolled my hips playfully and watched her head tilt back and her eyes roll up, "Is that too much?"

"Almost," she breathed, her legs tightening around me again. I let my good hand slide down her bare side, further and further until I realized that it was gripping her bare ass. I had forgotten her panties were still that low and feeling the soft flesh of her ass made me moan and thrust against her, hard. She let out a high pitched squeak as I tried to pull myself back under control again, her nails raking up and down my back were not helping though.

"What about that," I growled, licking a line up the side of her neck, past the large purple hickey I had just given her a few minutes earlier.

"Yes, too much," she cried, her hands pushing my shoulders urgently, "Too much, too much."

I smirked, pulling away from her and lying down on my back beside her.

"You're terrible," she groaned and I could see her squeezing her thighs together to relieve some of the tension I had just caused as she quickly secured her panties back in place. The motion only made me more smug and even more turned on, but I forced myself to ignore it and think of something else. If I didn't, I would only be torturing myself.

"Are you going to school today," she asked, making me glance over at the clock to check the time and noticed we had missed our first couple classes.

"Yeah," I sighed, "But I'm just going to go in for the afternoon."

"I can't believe I'm skipping classes again," she whispered softly.

"I guess you're not going to get the perfect attendance award again this year," I chuckled lightly, but she frowned at the comment.

"It's only September and I've already been skipping classes all over the place," she said, "This is my senior year, this isn't the time to slack off. This is the time to work harder than ever to maintain my perfect grades and do everything possible to make sure that I get in to Juilliard."

I pulled her against my side and kissed the top of her head, "You have nothing to worry about. Once they hear you sing they'll have to take you. They'll be kneeling at your feet begging you to join them."

She smiled and kissed my cheek, "Thank you, that's very sweet, but there are hundreds of other girls like me who will be auditioning to get in."

"Maybe, but you have something they don't," I said, my fingers tickling her side lazily.

I felt her shiver against me and let out a soft sigh that I knew she was hoping I didn't hear, "What's that?"

"Destiny," I whispered, "Just like Barbra and Audrey and all those famous people that are known by their first names, you're fate of becoming one of them was written in the stars when you were born."

"That's beautiful," she smiled, rubbing her hand across my stomach, "But I'm still not having sex with you yet."

I laughed, caught off guard by the comment and Rachel's adorable giggles followed. When I finally managed to get myself under control, I laced my fingers through her hair, "That wasn't what I was trying to do."

"I know," she said simply, giving me a kiss on the cheek, "I just want to be clear."

"You're clear," I nodded, "No sex."

My mind drifted to the competition on Sunday and the scout and I flexed the fingers extending from my broken arm and tested the amount of pain. It seemed manageable until I squeezed my hand into a fist and a horrible pain shot all through my arm to my neck, catching me off guard and making me wince. I was maybe a little in denial about my injury and was wondering if I could just power through the pain and compete anyways. I heard of the pros doing it all the time.

"What is it," Rachel asked, and for a moment I had forgotten she was there.

I sighed and looked down at my broken arm, lifting it into the air and flexing my fingers again. I winced again at the familiar shooting pain through my arm, but noted that it wasn't quite as bad as the first time.

"No," Rachel said sternly, pushing my arm back down to the bed and in one swift movement she was on top of me, straddling my hips and towering over me with a harsh finger pointed to my chest.

"What," I asked, pretending to play dumb, I didn't think she could know what was going on in my head.

"I know what you're thinking," she said, "And no."

"What am I thinking," I rolled my eyes.

"You think you can still compete," she said and I was a little surprised that she had caught on to me. It was probably obvious, but I wasn't used to people knowing what was going on in my head, "You can't. What if you crash? You could mess up your arm forever and never be able to compete again. Just one little jolt to your arm from a hard landing could injure your arm further."

"You don't understand," I sighed and decided I needed to admit the truth, "There's going to be a scout there."

I felt her body stiffen above me and I looked up at her. I had almost expected her to ask me what a scout was, but judging by her guilt stricken face, she knew already.

"I may not get another chance," I sighed, my eyes focusing upwards to the ceiling. "This is my dream."

"I do understand," she said, her hands framing my face and forcing my eyes to her, "But I would never do anything that would risk damaging my voice forever. You make one wrong move with your broken arm and you could end up dead."

I wanted to roll my eyes again at that comment, but she did have a point. Not being in top condition to compete, not only could I bail hard on a trick and possibly injure myself permanently, but what good would I be riding half-assed in front of a scout? First impressions were important and if this guy saw me bail on some tricks, even if it was because of my arm, he might look me over and decide I'm nothing special. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I may never get another shot at this.

"Please, Brittany," she said, her thumbs stroking my cheeks.

"I haven't made any decisions yet," I said, truthfully, "I'm gonna see how I feel tomorrow and maybe try running the course, then I'll go from there about Sunday."

She shook her head and I could tell she was about to give me an earful, but instead I pried her fingers from my face and gently pushed her off me, giving her a light kiss on the lips before getting up from the bed.

"I need to take a shower," I said, heading towards the bathroom, but I was far more interested in taking care of the urgent throbbing between my legs.

"Don't forget to put a plastic bag on your cast," she reminded, just before I had the door to the bathroom closed.

"Thanks," I said, closing the door and turning the shower on. I found a bag in the cabinet underneath the sink and tied it around my cast before slipping off my clothes and stepping into the warm stream of the water. I pulled the shower curtain closed and turned to face the stream, letting the water fall over my face and body before pressing my forehead and casted forearm to the cool tile. I let my other hand drift over my stomach, sliding over my abs before cupping my trimmed mound. As I slid my middle finger through my slick folds and found my clit, I knew it wasn't going to take long. I circled my clit with my finger, imagining it was Rachel's fingers, Rachel's tongue, imagining she was kneeling between my legs with her dark eyes looking up at me. I was so close and could feel myself tumbling closer and closer to the edge, unable to contain my moans as I envisioned pushing Rachel up against the wall of the shower and thrusting my fingers up inside her.

"Are you okay," Rachel's voice rang out through the bathroom and I heard the door squeak as it opened a crack, "Are you hurt?"

I tried to let her know that I was fine, but I was so close and when I opened my mouth a moan slipped out. I heard the door creak open more, "Do you need help?"

Yes. Was the only thought I could manage, but her fingers on the shower curtain pulled me from my fantasy.

"No," I croaked out, before she could pull the curtain back and her fingers disappeared, "I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute."

"Okay," she said, but her voice sounded unsure.

"I'm fine, Rachel," I said in a more reassuring tone and after a few seconds I heard her soft footsteps leave the bathroom and the door click behind her.

I breathed a sigh of relief, my fingers quickly resuming their task and a few circles later I felt my muscles tense and I bit my lip to try to stifle another loud moan. It didn't do much good though, because while I was still shuddering from my orgasm I heard the door open again.

"Brittany, I can hear you," Rachel's voice sounded again and although I couldn't see her, I knew her hands were on her hips, "What's wrong."

Jeez I can't even masterbate without her.

I pulled the curtain slightly and poked my head out, forcing a bright smile to my lips and hoping I could cover my flush with being in the hot shower, "I'm fine, my muscles are just a bit tense."

I would have to remember to lock the door next time I planned on getting myself off with her around. As much as I would've loved for her to come in, catch me, and then help me finish myself off, I was pretty sure that wasn't what would've happened. It probably would've been really awkward.

"Now, unless you planned on getting in here with me and giving me a massage," I winked at her, giving her a playful smile.

I could actually see her thinking about it, as she looked past me into the shower, but after a second she shook her head as if to shake off the thought and said, "I can give you a massage when you get out."

She turned and left, pretty quickly I might add, as if she was afraid she was going to change her mind, and I sighed against the tile again. The water had cooled off quite a bit and I knew that if I didn't hurry and actually clean myself off, I would be doing so in a cold shower.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, though.