EDIT: As someone rightfully pointed out in the review, I've been making mistakes concerning Harmony's age and her behaviour. So I am editing the chapters' references to her age and lower it to 8 years old, since her behaviour is younger than any other 11 years old. I apologize for the mismatch. :)

Sorry for the wait, just finished writing the chapter so all mistake that might be there (prob plenty lol) are all mines! Wanted to post the chapter before heading to bed, so sorry for not editing it.

Guess things might start taking a different turn for Faberry huh? Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think! I'm open to suggestions and opinions on characters' development or the pace of the story.

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Warning: G!P Quinn & Smut in this chapter.

CHAPTER 3

Clothes ripped and mouths met halfway, as they stumbled through the dark and small flat toward the master bedroom to take advantage of Quinn's spacious and very comfortable bed; the blonde fell on her back with the brunette taking her rightful spot on top of her, straddling her hips and grinding not so subtly in the bulge straining under the photographer's jeans. Rachel's dress had been quickly pushed off her shoulders, leaving it pool around her waist and exposing her perfect upper half to the blonde's hungry eyes. Expert fingers trailed over the expanse of naked skin, stroking along the curves of her breasts as her pink lips brushed over her quickened pulse point, kissing and nipping at the small beads of sweat trickling down.

"Clothes. Off. Now." Rachel's fingers grabbed on the back of Quinn's head, tangling into her blonde locks and tugging her head back so that their mouths could find their way back to each other, whilst their lower bodies met frantically through their clothes. Her back hit the satin blanket, partially relieving her of the heat since they were colder than her own body temperature; slowly, she raised herself on her elbows, in time to watch Quinn move off the bed and taking her dress and drenched thong with her. "What about my heels?" Pushing her bangs off her sweaty forehead, she lifted her left foot and nudged the other girl on her side, silently asking for them to be removed as well.

"Leave them, it's sexy on you." Quinn's clothes quickly joined hers on the floor, exception made for the boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the obvious erect appendage between the girl's muscular thighs. Slowly she crawled back on top of the naked singer, elbows resting each side of the girl's head not to crush her with her weight and, mostly, not wanting to lose it when their bodies would finally touch fully. "You are way more gorgeous than what you look on stage." The photographer whispered sincerely before leaning down to claim her lover's lips with her owns for a passionate yet superficial exploration. Mouths moved frantically and hands laced against the mattress, gripping and holding onto each other as their heads moved from side to side, to find the perfect angle and the source of more pleasure. Pale fingers trailed the smooth tanned skin of the Broadway starlet's hip, scratching lightly the protruding bone before continuing its downward journey and meet the source of her most precious heat. Short curls tickled her palm and hips arched off the bed, trapping her right hand between their bodies and making it hard to keep going; her own lower body pushed down, pressing the girl's ass back on the bed and leaving enough space for her hand to go on with her sensual exploration.

"God touch me, please." Rachel's free hand grabbed on the back of her head, keeping their mouths close so that they could exchange breaths even without fully kissing; lust filled both their eyes, darkening the pupils and increasing the heartbeats, along with the dampness between bronzed thighs and the hardness under Quinn's boxers. "Oh fuck yes…" Cursing was something that rarely turned the blonde on, but hearing those words coming from the girl's usually impeccable mouth made her almost come on the spot. Her fingers had finally reached their final destination, spreading the girl's wet folds and massaging the throbbing nub, source of her main pleasure.

"You are so wet…" The blonde's body slipped further down the other girl's, lips attached to a very erect nipple that almost matched her erection for hardness as she sucked hungrily on its tip. Strong hands held onto her neck, urging her forward as hips bucked against her stomach, coating her tensed lower abs and the hem of her boxers with a warm sheen of juices. Her tongue swirled around the perky bud, feeling it poke her strong muscle as her fore and middle fingers slipped inside the girl's slick channel that quickly clenched around her.

"Fuck it's been too long." Rachel inwardly groaned, probably revealing a secret she wasn't meant to let out to a perfect stranger whose reputation was not so good, but at the moment she could care less. Her left hand found the metal headboard above her head, feeling it before gripping it so tightly that her knuckles had turned white; her lower body kept on bucking up and down, meeting the pace Quinn was setting with her long fingers. The photographer could only smirk against the brunette's right breast, circling her other nipple and biting on the side of it and leaving a reddened mark as a memento of their night together. Her fingertips curled on their way out, urgently pressing on the soft and spongy spot that managed to get the deepest moans out of the singer's throat, challenging her voice better than any play or vocal lesson she had attended in her life.

"Come around my fingers, baby." Quinn usually didn't like addressing her bedmates with such terms of endearment; but from what she got about the brunette, she looked like that kind of girl that likes them and, probably, wants to be held once she climaxes. A very girly girl, after all. Her body shifted back up, trailing the tip of her nose along Rachel's clenched jaw as her thumb forcefully pressed on the underside of clit, sending the brunette over her edge.

"Fuck Quinnnn!" The Broadways star clung to her lover's back, scratching her bare back with her short but manicured nails and probably leaving a trail of red marks along the way, but they both didn't care nor Quinn felt any pain. Her toes curled and hips arched off the bed, humping the fingers that still thrusted inside of her, dragging the orgasm out of her core and making her see stars for real. When her body fell back against the damp sheets, she was aware of a strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her down as she tried to take control over her pants and her aching muscles. Either it had been too long or Quinn was really that good.

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Whenever she was supposed to spend time with her Mommy, Harmony couldn't wait for the days to come because it usually equaled to them having tons of fun together and sometimes it involved Uncle Finn too. She loved the young guy, who was a close friend to both of her mommies and even if they weren't blood related, she saw him as her own Uncle and part of their dysfunctional family. The small child had just woken up in the small bedroom that her mommy had reserved for her, wanting to have a familiar space to call her own to sleep and store her favorite toys, whenever she was over at her place.

"Mommy?" Harmony walked out of the room, padding barefoot around the silent loft till she reached the large kitchen where some noises could be heard. "Mommy?!" She said louder, trying to make her voice higher than the sound of pans and music coming from the blonde's iPod station on the kitchen island.

"Hey baby girl, someone wakes up early." Quinn turned the heat off and quickly crossed the space left between them, wanting to enjoy every small moment of their time together before Rachel picked her up on Sunday night. "Had a good sleep in your bed?" The blonde lifted the brunette up and pressed a soft lingering kiss on her forehead, whilst carrying her to one of the high stools around the island where they'd eat.

"Bacon!" The brunette bounced on her seat, clapping loudly at the sight of a big plate of bacon sitting right in front of her and making her mouth water. "I can't eat that very often, because mom and Brody are both veganist and fake bacon doesn't taste the same." She reached forward and quickly ate a long strip, chewing happily on it.

"Vegan, baby." The photographer filled the girl's glass with freshly squeezed orange juice and her own mug with black coffee, needing all the energy in order to go along with the erratic schedule of the upcoming weekend. "I made egg benedicts with Holland sauce, buttered toasts, scrambled eggs and blueberry pancakes." Quinn sat beside the giggling brunette, who could barely keep her excitement in check at the sight of so much real food.

"Mommy, you cooked too much. We need Uncle Finn to finish it all." Harmony giggled and took a big bite from her eggs, licking the sauce off her lips with the tip of her tongue. She had really missed breakfast with Quinn and wished they could have that at home, instead of fake bacon and eggs and the uncomfortable tension coming from having a stranger there, almost every morning. "Mommy?"

"Yes baby…" The blonde swallowed her own mouthful of eggs and bacon, watching the struggle surface on the small girl's face despite her silence. "Is there something wrong baby? Don't you like it?" The older woman sat her fork down and leaned forward to kiss her daughter's temple, lingering longer to make sure she wasn't running a fever or anything.

"Come home mommy." Harmony climbed carefully in the woman's lap and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, nuzzling into the base of her neck with the tip of her nose. "I know you and mom fought a lot, but you always said we were the most precious things in your life. Why can't you fix this?" The brunette looked up into the woman's sad eyes and clung tighter on the back of her night shirt. "I promise I'll be a good girl from now on, eating my veggies and getting good grades."

"Oh baby, it has never been because of you and please don't ever think that." Quinn pushed the plates back and sat the brunette on the counter, looking straight in her so familiar chocolate eyes. "Sometimes parents stop getting along but it doesn't mean they forgot about what they used to feel. Just it is better to put distance because arguing over the same stuff is never the answer." The photographer tucked the dark locks behind the girl's small ears and pressed their foreheads together, trying to be as close as possible to her. "Your mom will always have a big place in my heart, because she gave me you and nothing will ever change that."

"Otay." Harmony just buried her face in the crook of her mother's neck, playing with the short hair standing on the back of her neck and closing her eyes, to try and digest all the information the blonde had just given her. It was hard and some of her friends' parents were divorced themselves, but it never worried her before until she got in the situation herself. Quinn felt the girl lean heavily against her, probably under the weight of their irresponsible behavior that was hurting their small girl. She definitely needed to talk to Rachel about a way to better handle the situation, so their child wouldn't get caught in between.

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Hours seemed to fly by so slowly whilst their bodies writhed together in a sweaty mess, fingers tangled and sheets pooled to the foot of the bed, pillows had been thrown carelessly to the floor and a headboard kept on hitting the wall with an even tempo. Quinn's back was pressed against the wooden frame, supporting both of their weights as Rachel sat on top of her, straddling her lap in a reversed cowgirl way that had heightened the pleasure in their lower regions. Pale fingers worked her nipples from behind, tugging and pinching them hard as the girl's throbbing appendage slid easily between her slick folds, massaging the sensitive skin of her clit.

"Hoist your feet up on my thighs, star." Quinn's tongue moved behind the brunette's ear and swirled her lobe slowly, making the girl's hips buck up into the air and grind her opening against the foreskin of the blonde's member. "You are dripping so bad." She husked in the earlobe, clenching her teeth in it as her own hips moved accordingly to slip half of her cock deep inside the tight channel.

"God you are fucking huge." Rachel's feet rested on the photographer's bent knees, pressing the back of her head against the blonde's strong shoulder and lowering her hips fully on her lap, taking every inch of her hardness inside her. The feeling of being stretched and split in half made her thighs clench and her eyes almost roll to the back of her head; hands moved to cup both of her breasts, massaging them thoroughly as hips thrusted up into her backside, pumping the rigid member deep into her dripping core. Toes curled and moans escaped from her mouth for the intense pleasure she hadn't ever felt before, her own fingers fisted the sheets under them with a tight grip.

"You feel so good baby." The photographer's right hand traveled between the girl's bouncing breasts, feeling their mixed juices coat her cock till its base and drip further down to her balls sack, adding pleasure and hardness to her already rock member. Slender fingers moved smoothly down the toned muscles of the singer's abdomen, brushing along the shape of her bellybutton before dipping lower and finding the girl's engorged nub with her fingertips; eyes fell shut and breaths itched as the brunette's frame shivered under the amount of pleasure coursing through of her.

"I am not gonna last" Rachel panted against the blonde's cheek, her nose released deep puff of breaths on the sweaty skin and her moans mixed with sobs, knowing the tight feeling in her low stomach was the first sign of the imminent orgasm that was going to take over her body. Her back arched upwards and her feet slipped to press down on the squeaking mattress, leveraging herself as she bounced up and down the cock thrusting hard inside of her. With one last hard tug at her abused clit, she let the orgasm take over and envelop her in a hot embrace as her walls unclenched to release her essence in hard gushes. "FUCKKKKKK!" Rachel's head was thrown back and both hands and feet dug down into the mattress, whilst her hips rocked back and forth at the feeling of a warm river being released inside of her channel, filling her from the inside and mixing with her own.

"God yes…" Quinn's back dropped on the bed, unable to hold their weights up any longer given to the burning feeling in her abs and the incessant rocking of their lower bodies; both hands slid between the singer's legs, keeping her still as her dick slipped in and out of the clenching walls till each drop of her semen was gushing out of her tip. "Fucking hell, star." Breathing hard, she let her arms and legs fall limply on the bed, while her member softened inside the brunette above her who had collapsed on top of her.

"Where did you learn that?" Rachel pushed herself up and rolled on the empty side of the bed, face buried into the mattress as her legs parted, letting the hot air of the room brush along the length of her coated folds and cum covered thighs. Her hair was sweaty and sticking to her forehead, while her muscles ached with a guilty pleasure that she hadn't felt in ages, maybe never before.

"Laid my best cards down so that you would keep crawling back to me, if you want to be fully satisfied." Quinn smirked breathlessly, eyes roamed all over the girl's naked frame that made her appendage come back to life, despite the exhaustion of being the main lead for most part of the night. The blonde shrugged the idea of fucking Rachel Berry in a sex induced coma and just rolled on her side, tentatively draping an arm over the girl's back and waiting to be rejected or called a 'sentimental pussy'.

"You better do a good job at keeping me warm too, Quinn Fabray or it is going be you and your hand in the morning." The singer tucked herself closer to the older woman's chest, who smiled and kissed her sweaty temple before enveloping her in a full embrace, that erased any distance left between their tired and still buzzing from pleasure frames. "Night Quinn." She murmured against the strong collarbone and let her senses succumb to Morpheus, unaware of the loving gaze that had settled on her peaceful face.

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The last two days of the weekend went smoothly and were filled with plenty of fun activities that made Harmony forget about her moms' issue; the brunette got the chance to spend some time with her mother and her Uncle Finn who was slowly teaching her football techniques and even let her wear his old helmet, from when he was just few months older than her current age. The tall guy had always provided the male figure in her life, without threatening Quinn or Rachel's parental duties and had become an extension to their already particular family situation.

When the knock on the door happened, the Fabray-Berry kid was napping peacefully in the bedroom that had been set and painted just for her, keeping her favorite pictures and posters all over the walls and having a box full of toys sitting at the foot of her princess bed. Quinn sat her coffee mug down on the coffee table and just padded barefoot toward the main door, knowing to find her almost ex-wife standing on the other side ready to pick Harmony and bring her back to the place they had bought together.

"Is Harmony ready?" Rachel hovered by the foyer, quickly glancing around and finding the apartment weirdly neat and clean. "So you finally started cleaning this place? That's an improvement." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the older woman, who sighed deeply and took her reading glasses off, letting them hang loosely over the v-neck in her t-shirt.

"Harmony is taking a small nap and I'd take advantage of that, because I need to talk to you." Quinn turned around and walked back to the open kitchen, grabbing another porcelain mug from the counter and filling it with steamy hot coffee. "You still like your coffee with soy milk and no sugar, right?" She quickly glanced over her shoulder to take confirmation of it, before proceeding with fixing the beverage the way she remembered. "There you go." She sat the mug on the island between them and looked at the brunette, who sat on a stool in front of her. "We can't keep doing this Rachel. I can't keep doing this constant bickering and fighting with you, it's not healthy nor fair to Harmony who is caught in between. She blames herself for how things went between us, when she was probably one of the few reasons we tried to patch things up at first."

"Blaming herself? Of course it's not her fault, why does she think that?" Rachel's hard glare faltered at the mention of their daughter and common source of happiness going through those thoughts, alone. "What did she tell you, exactly?" She rested the mug back down and looked back at the woman before her, searching for answers since she was totally in the dark about the whole thing.

"Just that she thinks that by being a good girl, we'll get back together." Quinn shook her head, chuckling sadly at the memory of her daughter being hopeful that a change in her behavior would entail her parents' getting back together. "It took me hours to finally calm her down, she was quite upset about the whole thing and our behaviors toward each other are the only thing to blame if we got here. I didn't ask you to talk about our past mistakes, cause we both know we are not yet able to let them go and forgive each other, but to prevent us from making other and probably worse ones. Dealing with divorced parents is one thing, but having them hate each other takes the damage to another level." The photographer looked up from her coffee to meet the brunette's eyes with hers. "But I honestly don't know what to do, so maybe we could try and make an effort to make this go as smoothly as possible without any further and unnecessary banter."

"I don't hate you Quinn." Rachel whispered softly and kept her gaze on her ex-wife's one, who faltered slightly under the intense stare. "How could I hate someone that gave me the best thing in my life? You were right, you know? The other day, when you said Harmony made us unique and one of a kind." Taking a tentative sip, the starlet casted her eyes downwards to the marble counter as she gripped the mug tightly. "And I agree that we should try and act as adults, for Harmony's sake at least."

"Thank you, Rachel." Quinn smiled thankfully at the brunette across from her, seeing for the first time in ages a soft smile creep over her face, that reminded her of the woman she had fallen so madly in love with. Reaching forward, the blonde went to clasp their hands for a quick squeeze but a sleepy brunette walked inside the room, crawling in her blonde mother's lap. "Hey baby girl, look who is here." The photographer nudged the girl's head off her chest, smiling at the grin that spread on her young features when she got a glimpse of her other mother being there.

"MOM!" Harmony crawled across the marble counter, both parents quickly pushing their mugs to the side to avoid burnt skin and hospital rooms as the brunette slipped into the other brunette's arms and played with her long brown locks. "Can we stay a little longer, mom? Mommy promised me we could watch Toy Story 3 on Netflix tonight." The small child looked up to the singer, with her trademark pout and puppy dog eyes.

"If you do not have any other plans, we can watch it together and eat leftover vegan lasagna, but it's okay if you can't." Quinn offered from the other side of the island, waiting for the brunette to either accept her invitation or deny, by taking Harmony home as they had planned earlier during the week.

"You cooked it?" Rachel raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her ex-partner and, after a small nod from the photographer, she looked back down at her daughter's pleading face and nodded with a roll of her eyes. "I guess we can prolong our stay, but only because your mom cooked and I can't resist homemade vegan lasagna." Chuckling, she set the young brunette on the floor and watched her run excitedly into the living room, eager to have a movie night with both of her parents.

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