Well I found some time to put a chapter together, some might not like the present part of the story but it has a purpose :) hope you are still interested in the story!
All mistakes are mines!
Flashbacks are in Italics.
Warning: G!P Quinn
EDIT: I've gotten several reviews of readers giving up on this story because of the lack of development between Faberry, I can assure you that I am a Faberry shipper at heart and I don't think there is a better combination than Faberry; it's my headcanon for every R/Q story I write.
Although, the plot in this story has been thought in a way that Faberry can't reconcile so quickly after what happened between them. I think it'd be kind of unrealistic if they jumped back into a relationship after the damage both girls did.
Hopefully you'll find the patience to bear with me and see where the story goes...thank you.
CHAPTER 6
"Gotta say Q, I think people missed your works. Look at how many are standing in your area and some even wanted you to work for them, you are back on your feet dude." Finn pulled her in a side hug as he kept sipping on the champagne glass, looking around with a soft and very proud smile. "You are welcome to come back to the shop with me, but this is your environment." He kissed the top of her head and released her to skip toward a cute brunette who stood all alone.
"Typical Hudson, running after the first skirt he sees." Santana patted her best friend's shoulder and rested her head against it, lacing their fingers. "I saw your assistant, she is cute isn't she?" The Latina looked up into her friend's eyes, who quickly moved back to the wall to stare at her photographs to avoid the inquisitive glances. "You slut, you already fucked her?" She whispered so it stayed between them, not wanting to alert the people around them.
"God Santana, I wonder how you contain yourself in the courtroom with that potty mouth of yours." The blonde frowned at the girl's words choice and released her hand from her hold. "I haven't fucked her and I don't plan to make her another notch in my bedpost, I work with her and she is a sweet girl, she deserves better than that." Her hazel eyes quickly found the aforementioned assistant, chatting with some businessmen who had already tried to engage her in a business deal she wasn't too sure of.
"Don't see what's the problem and she isn't just a sweet girl Quinn. She is a grown woman, sexy and beautiful and who probably has needs like you and me." The lawyer cast a brief look at the other brunette who had sneaked a glance at the blonde photographer, probably trying to be discrete. "She is totally interested or she wouldn't keep sending glances your way, every 5 minutes. Grow some real balls and make a move, you need to get a grip over yourself."
"I am fully aware of what I should do, but…I don't know." Quinn shook her head and sat her glass down on the first tray passing by, she walked toward the balcony to get some fresh air and clear her mind about Marley, her divorce and where things had been left off with the mother of her child. "She moved on, Quinn. Stop being in love with her."She mumbled to herself and ran a hand through her short hair, not really caring about messing the hairstyle.
"Everything okay?" Marley's soft voice startled from her thoughts, from the umpteenth time since they had met each other. "I keep scaring you, there must be something wrong with me or my voice." The brunette looked at the older woman who turned around to face her, with a playful smirk on her face. "I didn't mean to sound noisy, just thought you didn't feel well and maybe you needed some help, I can get your friend Santana?"
"I was just thinking about stuff, you know?" The photographer leaned back against the banister and looked into her assistant's eyes, she couldn't really deny that Marley was beautiful and exactly the type of girl she would to take home after a night of charming her way into their pants. "I think I might need something stronger than fake French Champagne, would you be interested into joining me?" She pushed herself off the banister and motioned toward the almost empty gallery.
"I would love to." The younger brunette walked ahead of the photographer, quickly grabbing the jacket she had draped over the back of a chair before following the blonde out of the gallery, under the amused eyes of a Latina who sipped more from her glass.
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Going back to Lima never was something she enjoyed, even when she was a brilliant Yale student that every parent should be proud of; but now, having dropped out of an Ivy League institution to pursue her dreams of becoming a photographer? That was something that Fabrays could never understand. Although, Rachel had insisted to go with her to finally meet her parents, something that Quinn dreaded like the shots she had to take when she was a kid cause she hated needles; this was going to be even worse, not only she had dropped out of Yale but her girlfriend was a Broadway singer.
"We can still go back to the hotel and pretend we never came here." Quinn stood beside her girlfriend on the Fabray's porch, just few inches away from the big mahogany door of the mansion that was probably as big as the mayor's house itself and that man was rich. Her family was well known in town and in the whole State, mostly associated with the business that she should have taken over, but that now, was only another excuse to have her father disappointed with her.
"Don't be ridiculous, we didn't jump on a red eye flight to attend your niece's birthday just to go back and hide in a hotel room." Rachel held on her hand and used her free one to ring the doorbell, knowing that her girlfriend would have never mustered up the courage. It was cold and she was tired, of course she wasn't going to waste any more time on that porch.
"Quinnie! You came!" Her older sister, Francine, was probably the only family member that really cared about her little sister and her happiness; despite having graduated from Harvard and being the CFO of the family enterprise, she was glad Quinn hadn't followed her step and pursued her dreams instead. "The kids are in the living room, mom and dad are wherever drinking the day away." She tugged them by the hands and slammed the huge door behind them, taking a moment to appreciate the date the blonde had brought along. "You are dating Rachel Berry?! You ass, why didn't you tell me!" Frannie smacked her younger sister on the back of her head and enveloped the amused brunette in a bear hug. "You must sing us something and the next time we come to New York, I am so booking a ticket to your show!"
"Quinn, you failed to tell me your sister is a fan and do not worry Francine, I'll make sure you have the best seats in the whole house." Rachel followed the blonde into the living room and sent one encouraging smile to her silent girlfriend, who went to move forward to join them celebrations when a familiar silhouette caught her eye.
"Lucy, I see you decided to honor us with your presence. Did you forget your manners?" Russell Fabray was not a tall or huge man, but his voice and eyes conveyed enough authority to earn respect and fear from the people around him. The only one who seemed unaffected by that was his only niece, who managed to turn him into a big ball of mushy feelings.
"Russell." Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and stared into her father's eyes, not really scared as much as she was when she was just a kid but still intimidated by his stance. "Frannie wanted us to be here for Sophia, but do not worry about our stay. We booked a room already and we'll be leaving as soon as the party is over."
"We?" Judy Fabray emerged from the kitchen room, carrying her trademark glass of martini and smiling too brightly for that to be true. Leaning forward she barely brushed her lips against her daughter's cheeks, before pulling back to lean heavily on the banister of the staircase and downing her drink with one last gulp. "Did you bring someone to meet us? Are you two serious?" Judy glanced between her youngest one and her husband, taking in their tense stances.
"Quinn, there you are. Sophia is a wonderful kid and asked for her favorite aunt." Rachel wrapped her hands around her girlfriend's bicep, stroking it gently as she faced the two other blondes in the room. "I assume you are Quinn's parents? Rachel Barbra Berry, it's a pleasure to meet you both." The brunette leaned forward to shake hands with them, but only Judy looked polite enough to shake the offered hand and smile tightly at the young girl. "Your house is delightful, Mrs. Fabray." The singer stood back by her girlfriend's side, lacing their fingers together trying to soothe her anger and frustration.
"Let me get you a drink dear, they obviously need a moment." Judy led the brunette back inside the living room, where they could join the celebrations of her young granddaughter with her parents and friends.
"I had better expectations concerning you, Lucy, and you bring an actress in my house? What's going to happen in a few years when her career will be over and you'll have to support both of you? That's why a position in the family business would have provided stability and a future!" His voice was loud and echoed in the hallway, but the blonde girl didn't even flinch and stood her ground the way her father had always taught her to.
"She is not going to lose her job in a few years and just because she is an actress, it doesn't mean she is shallow or superficial nor she expects me to support both of us, financially speaking. Rachel is an independent young woman and if you cared about your daughter instead of appearances, you'd make an attempt to actually know her. She is talented and born to be on a stage and you know what dad? I am fucking good at what I do, too." Quinn stood just few inches from her fuming father and grabbed on the front of his sweater. "I am great at what I do and soon I'll be able to open my own agency. I am a self-made woman, dad, and I won't let you or anyone else take that away from me. Not anymore, so either you accept it or you can consider yourself out of my life." She released him and looked up into his gray cold eyes, before spinning around on her heels and walking away.
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One drink quickly turned in a tequila shots challenge that ended up with Quinn winning by 3 shots over her young assistant, who was definitely done for the night; finding the girl's address hadn't been easy, not after having her practically on top of her for the whole cab's ride and dozing off because of the alcohol circulating in her system. The task of helping Marley up to her apartment, though, provided to be the hardest task and the tequila she had drunk herself wasn't helping in finding her own equilibrium; when they finally reached the girl's door, Quinn was panting from having carried her up the stairs and down the hallways and Marley was practically asleep in her arms.
"You smell good, do you know that?" Marley slurred in her neck as the blonde struggled to open the door, they both stumbled inside and the older woman luckily found the light switch at the first attempt not wanting to hurt neither of them. The younger assistant kept nuzzling into her neck, sloppily pressing soft kisses along her skin that made her knees buckle and pants tighten on her lower body.
"We should get you in your bed." Quinn closed her eyes for a brief moment, fighting the urge to jump her assistant's bones because she'd take advantage of her drunken state and she wasn't like that. With her last bit of strength left in her body, she hoisted the brunette up in her arms and carefully maneuvered them around the dark apartment, finding the bedroom at the first attempt. She laid the passed out girl in the middle of the bed and turned her on her side, with the trash bin right beside her, in case she got sick during the night. Once she was sure the brunette was okay, she slipped back out of the door and jumped in the first cab that would have taken her back home.
The incessant knock on her front door made Quinn fall, literally, off the bed not really helping with the headache induced by the amount of alcohol she had swallowed down; rubbing her hand over her face, she leaned heavily against the doorframe before swinging the front door open, surprised to find her assistant on her doorstep with a box of fresh donuts and a cup of coffee in her hands.
"Marley, hi. I didn't expect you so early." Quinn stepped aside to let the silent girl walk past her and sit the food on the coffee table; closing the door with as less noise as possible, she got a glimpse of the clock above the fridge and realized it wasn't exactly morning. "Shit, did I really sleep till 2 in the afternoon?" Pushing her hair back she walked across the living room and sat on the couch, closing her eyes in exhaustion.
"When I didn't see you at work, I thought you might be still sleeping and you could have used fresh coffee. It's vanilla flavored." Marley handed her a cup and opened the donuts' box, sitting it in her own lap so the blonde wouldn't have to move from her comfortable position on the couch. "Quinn, about last night. I don't know where to start with my apology, I should have kept myself from drinking too much and please, if you could forget about my inappropriate behavior I'd be very thankful."
"You have nothing to apologize for, Marley, we both drank too much but no harm was done. I am glad you recovered so soon from your hangover, I would be still buried under my pillow cursing myself." Quinn chuckled and took a sip from her coffee, relishing in the taste of the hot liquid filling her mouth. "Look, why don't you take the day off? I think we can grant ourselves that luxury for today and I feel bad I have kept you away from your friends and boyfriend."
"I really don't have many friends and actually, I am not seeing anyone." The brunette tucked some hair behind her own ears, looking away from the surprised blonde whose eyebrow had raised in her usual sexy way. "Long story, but I'll get out of your hair so you can take care of your own hangover." She stood up almost knocking the box to the floor, but a hand wrapped around her wrist keeping her in place.
"I would have probably stayed, had we been sober." Quinn looked up into her assistant's blue eyes and used the pad of her thumb to brush over the skin of her inner wrist. "You were wasted and I wasn't that far behind, so stop feeling bad about last night cause there's nothing inappropriate nor offending that you might have done." The blonde sat her coffee down and stood up, keeping their eye contact and still caressing her wrist gently. "I can't deny last night felt good, but I don't want to ruin our professional relationship so we can just move on as if nothing happened.
"We are sober now." Marley turned around and took a step closer to the photographer, whose brows furrowed in puzzlement at the girl's words. "Where is your bedroom, Quinn?" Arms circled her head and lips brushed against her tensed jaw, that suddenly fell slack as soft kisses were dropped on her skin. The brunette stared moving backwards toward what she assumed was the bedroom zone and got confirmation by the way the blonde fell in step with her, gripping her hips with her hands.
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"What's on your mind?" Rachel's lips trailed along the skin of her girlfriend's side, peppering it with soft kisses as her nail scratched along the defined groove of her six pack; since they had gotten back in their hotel room, the blonde had gotten quiet and distant and not even their lovemaking had managed to bring her back.
"Just family stuff, I knew it was a bad idea to come back." Quinn shook her head and tilted her head to the side, watching out of the window as she reclined back against the pillows, with both hands behind her head. "He is never going to accept us, you know that? He thinks I am a failure that is dating a shallow actress." She sighed deeply and looked down at her girlfriend's, who had her chin rested against her hipbone and looked up at her. "I told him that he doesn't care enough to get to know you or he'd see how strong and wonderful you are, Rachel."
"I don't care about what your father or anyone else thinks, Quinn, but thank you so much for defending me." Leaning up the brunette pressed their lips together for a soft kiss, her hand cupped her girlfriend's cheek holding their faces together. "He'll come around and finally see how great you are; if that doesn't happen, then he is clearly the one missing out baby." The brunette settled on top of her lover and brushed their lips together for another gentle kiss, feeling the girl's anger dissipate under her touch.
"I really don't know what I'd do without you, Rach." Quinn's hands moved down her smooth back and landed on her perfect backside, grabbing it gently as their lips moved slowly in a series of soft but passionate kisses. Her member couldn't help but twitch at the feeling of her girlfriend's frame pressed against hers, gently undulating her hips down as their kisses grew hungrier and more demanding.
"Let me take care of you tonight." Rachel's lips parted to suck on the photographer's lower lip as her center ground down on the erect appendage between her lover's legs. Her juices coated its leaking tip, massaging it slowly with her upper folds before sliding upwards to rub her own clit along the length of the hard shaft. "I never felt so wet before" She whispered in Quinn's lips as her hands trailed up her strong biceps, holding on her shoulders for leverage. "Before you."
"You are driving me crazy, Rach." The blonde whimpered and tightened the grip on her girlfriend's buttocks, pushing her hips forward as her owns moved upwards to massage the head of her cock on her swollen clit. "I need to be inside of you baby, please." She threw her head back against the pillows, allowing the brunette to have more space to trail her kisses down her neck and latch on her pulse point.
"Since you asked so nicely." The singer's hips moved upwards to finally take the hard shaft inside her core, wrapping it in her warm heat as their breaths itched in their throat from the pleasure. Eyes fluttered close and hands gripped slender hips, stilling their movements to savor every inch of that tight wet cavern surrounding her member.
"I love you." Quinn whispered in her girlfriend's mouth, whilst her hands traveled back down to her buttocks to grab onto as she raised her hips from the bed, thrusting her cock in and out of the girl's tight passage. "God you are so tight baby." She whimpered and moved the brunette against her, meeting each thrust with one of her own as their breasts pressed together, stimulating their erect nipples.
"You feel so good." Rachel's hands rested on the headboard above them, fisting the metal bars as her lower body raised and fell on the photographer's wet and stiff member, impaling herself to the pace that would bring both more pleasure. It was a mix of fast and slow. Of give and take that drove both crazy. Head thrown back and chest pushed forward, her hips rutted forward to meet the hardness shoved between her legs, rubbing along her clamping walls and hitting the special spot that only Quinn had managed to find among her lovers.
"So fucking beautiful baby." The blonde's head tilted upwards, dragging the tip of her tongue around a dark nipple as her right hand moved between her girlfriend's legs, massaging her clit in time with the thrusts of their hips. Rachel's hands clenched around the bars, that helped her leveraging her weight as she pushed back and forth with more insistence, needing to take Quinn over the edge with her. Pink lips sucked on her nipple, lavishing with her hot tongue as her clit throbbed against those talented fingers, that swirled and circled around it till it was painfully hard.
"God Quinn, I am fucking close." Rachel's left hand grabbed on the back of her lover's head, keeping her head against her chest as their thrusts became sloppy and uneven; it was just a matter of getting off and nothing else mattered anymore. When those perfect teeth bit down on the tip of her nipple, she lost it. Her walls fluttered around the hard member, choking on it as her juices gushed hard from her entrance, soaking it down to her heavy balls.
"Fuck!" Quinn's release wasn't far from following, her forehead dropped on her girlfriend's shoulder as her balls throbbed and her member released spurts of her own release deep inside the brunette's core. Thick ropes of her release mixed with the singer's one, drenching her lower body even further as her cock softened inside the girl's pussy. "Oh damn…"
"Indeed." Rachel's lips dropped a soft kiss on her spent lover, that had reclined back against the pillows to gather her bearings; her hand loosened its grip on the metal bar and both arms slipped under the blonde's shoulders, resting her upper body against the photographer's who was panting under her. "For the record, I love you too." The singer whispered in the hollow of her neck, nestling herself till finding that comfortable spot where she used to rest whenever they slept together.
"I know star." Quinn's arms circled her back, drawing little imaginary circles under her sweaty shoulder blade and nuzzling her locks with the tip of her nose. "Do you think I should have accepted a job in the family business?" She whispered softly, not ceasing the movement of her fingertip as the other hand reached down to throw the tangled blanket around their bare frames.
"I think that you belong standing behind a camera as much as I belong on a stage, Quinn." Rachel's hand cupped her girlfriend's jaw, tilting it downwards so they could stare into each other's eyes. "You should do whatever makes you happy, whether it's being a photographer or the next CEO for the company. Whatever you want to do, I'll support you." Leaning up for a soft kiss, the two girls cuddled even closer under the thin blanket feeling the chilly night take over the heat they had shared for hours.
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Dropping with her back on the mattress, Quinn breathed in deeply to regain control over her body that had just come down from another orgasm induced high; the condom was still wrapped over her softening member, translucent with the evidence of her partner's release. Her eyes fluttered close as soft lips trailed along her sweaty neck, tasting her skin for the umpteenth time that afternoon and gentle fingers rolled the rubber off, throwing it unceremoniously on the floor. Since they had reached her bedroom, clothes had quickly come off and their bodies had tumbled in her big bed, finding a better way to work both their hangovers off.
"You okay?" Marley's soft whisper snapped the photographer out of her daydream, she couldn't afford to rethink about the 3 rounds they had engaged into cause her body couldn't take another one, not at the moment at least. The brunette's slender fingers traveled down the valley of her breasts and rested against her upper abs, tracing the tensed muscles with curiosity as their eyes locked. "Hi."
"Hey you." Quinn's forearm circled the back of her assistant's head, drawing her closer so that their lips could brush for another soft kiss, very different from the ones they had shared for the past hours and that had left their lips bruised and swollen. "Just catching my breath, not everyone here is in their mid-twenties." She chuckled and tucked the chestnut locks behind the girl's right ear, pecking her lips once again.
"Oh shush. I couldn't really tell cause you are in a great shape." The brunette swung one of her legs over the photographer's lap, straddling her waist before leaning down to lay on top of her with their chests pressed together. "Is it too much?" Marley whispered against the blonde's lips, nipping at her bottom lip while arms circled her back to keep her in place.
"You won't hear me complain." Quinn smirked back at her and leaned up to press their lips together for a full kiss, swallowing the girl's surprised squeal for the intensity of the kiss; hands rested on her arching lower back, as the blonde's mouth nipped at the side of her neck brushing her erection between her legs.
"God Quinn, again?" The assistant moaned out in pleasure, digging her nails into the woman's scalp as she was rolled on her back and lips wrapped around her left nipple, tugging hard at it. "So much for not being in your mid-twenties huh?" She tugged the blonde's face back to hers, cupping it with one hand as the other one reached on the nightstand for another condom. It was going to be a long day off, indeed.
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