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Warning: G!P Quinn & bad language & sexy!times

CHAPTER 9

The light breeze coming from the open window made Quinn stir awake. She lifted her head from the comfortable spot against Rachel's bare back to check the clock on her nightstand. 9:37 PM. She groaned softly and laid back down against her sleeping partner, who was hugging her fluffy pillow with a death grip. Legs spread and mouth slightly opened, Rachel looked like a cute kitten sprawled in the middle of her big bed. The escort smiled at the sight and retrieved the warm duvet from the foot of the bed, where they had kicked it during their passionate intercourse. Quietly, she tugged it over their bare frames before settling back against her lover's back, who snuggled closer to her.

Sleep seemed to have abandoned her, so she just laid there staring into space whilst her fingers idly traced imaginary circles up and down the brunette's forearm. Her nose brushed along the girl's hairline, breathing into the scent of her shampoo mixed with sweat and sex. Her breath was slow and deep and her body was so warm, against hers. She had no idea how or when she got so lucky to deserve this girl lying beside her, but she was thankful for having met Rachel that fateful evening.

"Mm…" Rachel purred into the pillow, hugging it a little tighter before reaching for her girlfriend's arm and tug her closer, in her semi asleep state. "What time is it?" She kissed the blonde's palm and rested her rosy cheek against it, shutting her eyes closed once again.

"It's past Ten, baby." The escort dropped a soft kiss against her bare shoulder and nuzzled the tanned skin with the tip of her nose, making the brunette giggle lightly. "Do you want to order some take out and watch a movie?" She ghosted her lips over her small tattoo, holding Rachel a little closer as she rested completely on top of her.

"That sound like a good idea, do you have musical movies?" Rachel turned her head to stare at the blonde through her eyelashes, making it impossible to say no to her adorable face. When Quinn nodded, she beamed at her and placed a soft kiss on her awaiting lips, before reaching for the phone on the nightstand and handing it to the girl. "I'll get a vegetarian pizza with no mozzarella cheese, please!"She slipped out of her girlfriend's grip and walked toward the bathroom, making sure to add some seductive sway on her way.

"Damn, I am whipped already." Quinn fell back against the mattress and brought her phone to her ear, placing the orders at her favorite pizza place.

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting side by side on the blonde's couch, finishing their pizzas with their feet propped on the coffee table in front of them. Rachel was singing along, leaving Quinn to smile at her because she loved seeing her so happy; the blonde pushed her empty box on the floor and stretched her arms over her head, letting a grunt out because she had forgotten about her aching ribs. "Fuck" She rubbed her sore spot and rested her head back against the back of the couch, breathing in deeply.

"How can you always forget about the ribs' injury?" Rachel leaned over and pecked her lips, massaging the spot with her own hand. "If you put unnecessary pressure on them, they will take longer to heal." She mumbled and snuggled into her girlfriend's side, who nodded and wrapped an arm over her shoulders.

"How are your dads?" Quinn pressed a kiss against her forehead and looked briefly down at her, who had turned her gaze away from the TV.

"They are always so busy with their jobs, but at least it keeps them from missing me too much." She chuckled and nuzzled her nose against her well defined jawline. "They are excited about me visiting for Christmas break, although we do not celebrate it." She shrugged and slipped her hand up the escort's wifebeater, tracing the shape of her abs. "Do you have plans to go back to Texas for Christmas?"

"Hell no. I have been spending Christmas in NY with Brody, since we moved out of that horrible place, I'd never go back let alone for a holiday I used to love." She mumbled and traced along the edge of the brunette's shorts, fingering the fabric. "I'll have to make sure to deliver your Hanukkah gifts before you leave, then." She smiled and nuzzled the tip of her nose along her hairline.

"Or you could come to Lima with me?" Rachel looked at Quinn's surprised face. "I know the last time in Lima was not that good, but there are no weddings nor Glee reunions coming. It will be you, me and my close friends." She pressed a lingering kiss on her lips and tugged at her bottom lip, gently.

"I will have re-arrange my work schedule, but I guess I could take some days off. What about Brody? I really don't want to leave him here, alone. We always spent holidays together, since we were kids." Quinn nipped at the girl's upper lip and tugged her in her lap, legs each side of her body.

"He can come with us, we have a big house and don't want to make him feel left out." The brunette cupped her cheeks, stroking the fading bruises with the pad of her thumbs before lowering her lips on hers, kissing her sweetly.

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"So, where is your better half tonight?" He chuckled at the scowl on his best friend's face, who took a long sip from her beer and played with the ring on her thumb. "Do not pout, Quinnie, or you'll get stuck with that face." He dodged the napkin thrown at his face and just laughed harder, catching the attention of some of the other patrons.

"Ass." She chuckled and looked around the pub, noticing some of the lingering glares that a group of college girls were sending their way. "It feels like ages since we spent some time together, without work being involved." She looked back at him.

"Don't sweat it, Q. I know how it is when you start dating someone and I couldn't be happier for you. Rachel is a very nice girl." He leaned over the table and placed his hand over hers, squeezing it. "So, what did you want to talk about? You mentioned something about Christmas break."

"Right, Well, Rachel invited us to spend the holiday in Lima with her family and friends. I know we have our traditional way to spend Christmas here in NY, but it'd be nice to make a change for once. What do you say?" She looked at him with a hopeful glare, knowing it'd be very hard to choose between the girl she was dating and her best friend.

"Why not? I guess our random hookups won't miss us too much." He chuckled and emptied his glass, ordering another round for Quinn and himself. He sent a charming smile toward the group of college girls, who winked back at him and raised their glasses for an "air" toast.

"You never switch the charming mode off, do you?" Quinn chuckled to herself and went to slap his head playfully, when her phone started vibrating in her pocket. She took the call without even checking the ID, but probably regretted it as soon as she heard the familiar voice on the other side. "I thought you agreed on never contacting me…" She was fuming with anger and unable to meet Brody's concerned eyes. "What? What do you mean he is gone?" She stared back at Brody who frowned in puzzlement even harder, when she added "I'll let you know" and hung up on whomever was on the other side.

"Quinn, what's going on?" He slid into the booth with her and wrapped an arm around her trembling shoulders.

"Russell...he died last night." She buried her face into the crook of his neck and gripped onto the front of his styled shirt, holding onto him for dear life. Brody couldn't do anything but hold her tightly and whisper reassuring words in her ear.

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It was 3 AM when the knock on the door happened. Rachel rubbed the sleep off her eyes and padded barefoot to the door, checking through the peephole who was on the other side; surprised, she opened th heavy door only to be met by a pair of lips crashing on hers and strong hands tugging her closer to a taller frame. Quinn's breath smelled of old whiskey and mint cigarettes and her eyes were puffy and red, as if she had bawled her eyes out for the whole night.

"Quinn...baby, slow down." Rachel cupped the girl's face and kept their lips apart, breathing heavily because one kiss from that woman could ignite a fire all over her. "What happened?" Despite having started seeing each other since a few months, she could already read Quinn like an open book and right now, she could detect something was wrong with her.

"Do I need a reason to come see my hot girl?" She slurred and leaned down for another kiss, only to meet Rachel's cheek instead of her luscious lips. "You don't want me anymore?" Quinn pulled back and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning heavily against the closed door behind her.

"Do not put words in my mouth, Quinn Fabray." Rachel rested her hands on her hips and stared back at her, with an equal feisty glare. "You know how much I enjoy your presence and our kisses, but you come here in the middle of the night in an inebriated state and I am not supposed to ask why?"

"Look, if surprising you means getting asked so many questions, I'll get out of your hair and stop doing that altogether." She turned around to leave the girl's place, when hands pulled back in and pinned her against the closed door with Rachel's body pressed against hers. "Did you change your mind again and want to fuck me?" She slurred.

"Stop being a rude asshole, Quinn. Tell me what's wrong." Rachel stood on her tiptoes and brushed her thumbs under her puffy eyes, keeping their eyes locked. She watched the blonde's strong façade dissipate slowly, as her beautiful eyes filled with tears and her lips trembled slowly. "Baby…" She barely could keep them from falling heavily onto the ground, when Quinn collapsed in her arms crying into her stomach.

"He is dead, Rachel…" The escort gripped her shirt with both hands, nuzzling into her tummy whilst sobs wrecked her body. "How can someone so horrible still affect you so badly?" She buried her face harder into her girlfriend's shirt, feeling the brunette tightening her grip around her and place soft kisses on the crown of her head.

"I don't know, Quinn…" Rachel kneeled on the cold floor and held the blonde's head against her chest, stroking her hair slowly as she let the tears fall.

It took her a lot of persuasion, but she had managed to get Quinn in bed and had crawled behind her, spooning her from behind for once. The blonde had curled up into a ball and kept on crying, until exhaustion and the alcohol lulled her into a dreamless sleep; the brunette wrapped her in a tight embrace and pressed her lips against the back of her head, making sure she knew she was still there whenever she'd wake up. The petite singer had dozed off in the early morning, pressed up into her girlfriend's back and with their hands laced under her pillow.

When the blonde woke up, she felt her head throbbing and nauseous but mostly, she felt voided. The last hours felt like a bad dream or a terrible storm in the middle of a peaceful summer afternoon; she didn't know what she was supposed to feel about the death of a man whom she hated with every fiber of her being. She sat up and tried to slip out of bed, but Rachel's arms tightened around her waist and kept her in place.

"Where are you going?" The brunette stirred slowly, fighting to open her eyes for the lack of sleep.

"I need a smoke." Quinn mumbled and looked away from the brunette, suddenly remembering the douchey way she had acted the night before. "Rach, I am sorry for having been a jerk last night. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." The blonde looked at the other girl, who had sat up and moved closer to her side of the bed.

"I understand, Quinn, but I appreciate the apology." The brunette grabbed onto the girl's hands and kissed her knuckles gently. "Are you planning to go back to Texas?" She whispered against the girl's hands and looked up at the blonde, who was obviously lost in her own thoughts.

"I am not sure I want to face my family, although seeing him buried six feet underground will give me some closure. That bastard finally got what he deserved." She stood up and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of her jeans. "Fucking lighter, where is it?" She groaned and finally managed to bring a stick up to her lips only to have Rachel throw it to the floor.

"Quinn, stop." Rachel cupped her face and pressed their lips together for a soft kiss. "It's okay to feel torn and sad and angry, baby. No matter what he put you through, he was your father and you loved him, because you were supposed to love your parents." She whispered against her lips and held her tightly. "If you don't want to go, then don't but I think you might miss the chance to finally get your closure. You don't have to mourn him nor pretend he was the best father in the world, just go before you might regret not having done that."

"Maybe you are right…" Quinn nodded and dropped her head against her shoulder, sighing in deeply. "Would you come with me? I don't want Brody to face his family too, even if I know he would want to come." She slipped her arms around the girl's thin waist and hugged her tightly, burying her face into the crook of her neck.

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"Please, do not let anything they say get to you and remember that I will always be here, okay?" Quinn grabbed onto Rachel's hand as they walked up to the front door of the Fabray's house. It was the biggest house of the suburban neighborhood, but knowing what had happened behind closed doors, the brunette didn't feel intimidated nor ashamed of her own house being quite smaller compared to it.

As soon as the blonde rang the doorbell, footsteps approached the door from inside the house before it was swung open and both girls came face to face with a slightly older version of Quinn, wearing a tight black dress and Chanel earrings. "Lucy? Oh my god, what are you doing here?" The older blonde wrapped her arms around the stunned escort, who could only stay there frozen in the first and warmest embrace she had ever gotten from her sister in her whole life.

"Lucy?" Rachel whispered to her girlfriend, who mouthed 'Later' as she pulled away from her sister who had shifted her own attention to the brunette beside her younger sister. "I am Rachel Berry, please accept my deepest condolences for your loss." She extended her hand for a timid handshake.

"She is my girlfriend, Frannie." Quinn laced their hands together and looked up at the other blonde, who nodded with a soft smile and led them both inside. The mansion still looked the same. Cold family portraits all over the pristine walls and the fainting smell of cigars and whiskey still filled the escort's nostrils, making horrible memories resurface.

"Mom is in the kitchen making some snacks, the other relatives are in the living room. You could have joined us during the burial, you know?" She cupped her younger sister's face and brushed her cheek with a slow stroke of her thumb. "You look so different, Lucy."

"I didn't come here to mourn him or praise his life, Frannie. That man did not deserve us and you know that." She gritted her teeth and looked away from her sister, who reminded her too much of her submissive mother who was being the devoted wife for the man who had cheated on her with a tattoo freak while preaching about being a man of God. "I wish I could have said how fun it was being verbally abused by him, because I was born in a different way, or how good it felt to be scared of having him rip my junk in my sleep because I was an abomination." She nearly shouted in her sister's face, but Rachel's hands pulled her back, instantly calming her down. "I am not going to feel sorry for his death, it's what I wished upon him when I was a scared little girl."

"I understand, Quinn." Frannie kissed her forehead and led them into the living room, where the other Fabray's were talking mostly to themselves. Other people had gone back to Russell and Judy's house to mourn the man, but of course they were not aware of what he was capable of behind closed doors.

"What are you doing here?" Russell's brother stood up and raised his eyebrows at the younger Fabray, who crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him with the same amount of disgust and annoyance. "How dare you to show your face after what you did to him? Had you been my child, I would have never allowed you to be born."

"What a surprise, but I thought that abortion was a sin or is it different for some of us?" Quinn smirked and looked around the room, at the other disgusted or ashamed faces of her relatives. "But what do I know? I am just a mistake." She chuckled humorlessly and grabbed onto Rachel's hand, who had been standing beside her without uttering a word.

"Not only you are a freak, you even committed a double sin? You are a disgrace to this family" Quinn's uncle moved toward them to break them apart, but Quinn pushed him back with all her strength and watched him stumble back into the coffee table and onto the ground.

"Don't you dare to even think of laying a hand on my girlfriend, you got me? Do you want to talk about disgraces? What about that tattoo freak your precious Russell cheated on my mother with? What about the prostitute you kept bringing to that motel near the highway? Do you think I didn't know the sordid shit you and your brother were up to?" She turned to the brunette with a concerned glare. "Are you ok, babe?"

"I am fine, Quinn." Rachel squeezed her hand and looked over at Frannie, who shook her head at the way Russell's side of the family showed their true and hypocrite colors at every chance they got.

"If Russell were here, he'd kick you and your whore out of the house in a heartbeat." He got on his feet and looked at the brunette, with a disgusting and lewd glare. "I bet she has no issues spreading her legs for you, she might have a thing for freaks after all."

"You do not badmouth my girlfriend in my house or ever." Quinn grabbed the front of his cheap suit and pushed him hard against the wall. "Do you want me to spill your dirty little secret, Uncle Jo?" She spat in his face and pushed him harder into the wall, watching his head bump against it. "Do you all want to know how Uncle Jo, this Church man, likes taking it from the male prostitutes on Washington Street? He likes them young, tho." She turned toward the other family members, with a smirk before releasing the ashamed guy and wiping her hands on her jacket.

"Quinnie?" Judy Fabray decided to finally make an appearance, after having kept herself busy in the kitchen like the Stepford wife she was supposed to be. "You are back." The woman reached forward to grab onto her younger daughter's face, who turned away from her and went to take her girlfriend in her arms, after being badmouthed by the blonde's Uncle.

"It was a bad idea to come here, I am sorry babe." Quinn dropped a kiss on her forehead and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her closer to her. "We can go back to our hotel and try to forget we even came here."

"Quinnie..you can't leave. You just came here and I made something to eat for everyone." Judy stepped closer to her younger daughter, who sighed deeply and looked back at her with a really tired and disappointed look.

"You always made something to eat not to deal with the truth, mother. Russell lashed out and you baked a cake. He hit you and you made him roasted chicken with potatoes, because he loved it and you wanted to be on his good side. He threatened to injure your daughters and you ran back to the kitchen." Quinn sighed in deeply and tugged Rachel toward the main door. "I came here the way you asked me to, but I won't be willing to stay in this house and pretend to love a man that I wished dead for many years. I am sorry for your loss but I am glad he is gone." With that been said, she led Rachel out of the door after a quick nod toward her older sister, who watched her leave without trying to stop her.

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"I knew coming here was a mistake. I don't care about them badmouthing me but you? I cannot stand that" Quinn paced back and forth in their hotel room, running her fingers through her hair and unable to meet Rachel's gaze. "I know it doesn't meant much, but please accept my apology on their behalf. They are just a group of bigots and hypocrite assholes."

"Quinn, you don't have to apologize for them. I knew it wouldn't have been easy to come here and getting called a freak or being badmouthed is nothing new." Rachel walked the blonde to their shared bed and plopped down on her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. "How are you feeling?"

"Besides being angry at my family? Relieved and less burdened." The blonde shrugged and rubbed her hand up and down the girl's back, pulling her closer as she laid them back down against the mattress. "My mother will always hide behind the perfect wife façade rather than face the truth and my other relatives are just hopeless. I missed my sister, that was the only good thing about going back."

"She doesn't look that bad, indeed. I am actually envious of how gorgeous you both are." The singer cupped her girlfriend's cheek, placing a soft and lingering kiss on her lips. "I am sorry you had to go through that, when you were just a little kid. No one should fear their own parents and want to run away from them.

"I learnt how a parent should never behave and I do hope to be better when I'll decide to become a parent, too." Quinn tugged the brunette closer and nuzzled their noses together, erasing any distance between their frames. The singer slipped both arms around her head, cradling it softly as she moved on top of the escort, that rolled fully on her back.

"I am sure you'll be a wonderful mother, Quinn." Rachel brushed her lips against her lobe and kept on whispering softly in her ear, as their hands moved to mutually take each other's clothes off. When every article slipped off to the floor, the blonde circled the girl's bare back with her arms, keeping her in place on top of her whilst they exchanged long and deep kisses under the sheets. The brunette's wetness pressed down against her erect member, coating it slowly with her warmth as their tongues battled for dominance and fingers laced against the headboard.

"I am so lucky to have you in my life, Rachel." Quinn whispered against the girl's mouth, feeling every inch of her member slowly slip inside of her and be wrapped into her warmth. "Fuck, you are so hot." She moaned out, when the girl's core took her fully in and her throbbing nub pressed against her own curls.

"I am the lucky one." Rachel gripped the girl's hands for support, undulating her hips forward and - at the same time - clenching her inner walls around the dick sheathed inside of her. "I'll never get over the feeling of your bare cock inside of me." She muttered against Quinn's lips, who could only nod and feel pleasure take over her body.

"Oh god, Rachel. Stop doing that or I'll lose it already." Quinn groaned. The feeling of the girl's walls stimulating her was so overwhelming; she needed to take matters in her own hands or she'd risk being 1 minute girl without having given Rachel any pleasure. Planting both feet on the bed, she slid both hands down the girl's back to her butt and slowly moved her hips forward, effectively thrusting into her.

"Oh fuck…" The brunette's forehead dropped against her strong shoulder, as her hips bucked back and forth in time with the blonde's movements from underneath. Her lips parted to let strangled moans out, whenever the tip of her dick pressed against her soft spot. "Don't stop…" Her nails dug into the mattress, probably leaving a mark, when the blonde's hands started parting her buttcheeks whenever she thrusted hard inside of her. The harder she thrusted, the stronger it became the grip on her butt and it was driving her absolutely crazy.

"I bet you'll like it even more if I stop moving your hips, huh?" Quinn stilled her hips and sneaked one of her hands between her legs, finding her throbbing nub with her thumb as she started leveraging herself on her feet to up the pace of her thrusts inside of her. "What about now? Do you like this?" She whispered against her temple, nuzzling it with the tip of her nose.

"God yes...you are so deeply inside of me." Rachel moaned harder and tangled her fingers into her blonde and messy hair, tugging on it whenever the blonde's thumb pressed down onto her clit. Her knees trembled and breasts bounced against Quinn's, whenever the blonde changed the pace and shifted from faster to harder thrusts and vice versa.

"I could go even deeper…" The blonde didn't give the brunette time to even ask the question. She rolled her onto her stomach and slipped on top of her from behind, positioning herself against her entranced and pistoning back inside of her. "That's it.." She buried her face into the crook of Rachel's neck, nipping at her pulse and leaving a mark there as her whole palm cupped her exposed pussy from behind.

"Oh fucking hell, Quinn…" Her walls tightened around the rigid member pistoning inside of her, as her folds were rubbed and stroked by strong fingers. Her clit rubbed against the soft duvet with each thrust in, making her eyes almost roll into the back of her head for the pleasure. "I won't last much…" She bit down onto the pillow to muffle her groans when Quinn pulled out of her and rubbed her wet dick on her wet folds.

"Then I'll have to find a way to make you last longer…" The escort left a lingering kiss on her neck and promptly turned her on her back, taking in the sight of her naked frame glistening in sweat, of her erect nipples and dripping core on display. "God you look so good to eat" Quinn almost drooled at the sight and felt her own pre-come dribble out on the girl's clit, where it was pressed against.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get back inside of me…" Rachel groaned in annoyance and tried to pull her girlfriend closer, who smirked and just crawled down her body, burying her face between her strong thighs. "Oh fuck, yes!"

Quinn's palms kept the girl's legs spread apart, whilst her mouth latched on her throbbing bundle of nerves. Her tongue dipped down into her wetness, slurping and dragging it out of her before running its whole length up and down her small labia. Her sweet juices filled her mouth, making her cock throb in pleasure and leak more excitement against the bedspread. She was fully intended into giving her girlfriend the strongest pleasure and she knew she was on a very good path to do so.

"Lick me harder, please." Rachel's hands pushed against the back of her head, pinning her more against her pussy as she grinded herself up and down the girl's talented mouth. Hands rested on her full breasts, pinching and tugging at her erect nipples as her hole clenched and unclenched around nothing. Quinn's tongue was too busy playing with her hard clit, to lap up at the wetness gushing out of her. "Please, get inside…" She tugged her up and crashed their lips together, moaning at the taste of her own juices on the girl's mouth as her hand closed around the escort's dick leading it back inside of her.

"Fuck you are even tighter." Quinn moaned into her mouth, hosting one of her legs up around her hips to have a better access inside of her. "I love doing you raw…" She mumbled against the singer's bruised lips, who could only nod and tighten her grip around her hips, meeting each thrust with one of her own.

"Gosh...it's coming…" Her back arched and her muscles tightened hard, choking her dick as her whole body tingled in pleasure. "Fuckkkkk" She bit down onto the blonde's shoulder, feeling a hard gush come out of her, surrounding the blonde's cock that was still thrusting inside of her.

"Oh goddd…" Quinn gripped her buttcheeks, with both hands and slammed herself into the orgasming girl, spilling her own release inside of her tight and spasming core. Both juices met and drenched her own dick, that was still twitching and releasing her cum into the brunette.

"You fuck me so good…" Rachel collapsed onto the bed, eyes closed, panting hard and still quivering from the intense orgasm, as Quinn lied down against her with her semi erect cock buried inside her pussy.

"I love you…" The blonde muttered against the girl's neck, letting the exhaustion and the stress accumulated take over her body.

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